Let's Get Lost

Funny, how it took a little bit of pain to remember that certain parts of yourself were alive.

People hurt each other. It happens to everyone. Intentionally, unintentionally, regretfully or not. It's a part of what we do as people. The beauty is that we have the ability to heal and forgive.

It was time to let go of the mad desire to remember. It was time to start living whatever life would come. In the present, not the past.

What if she was supposed to be a painter, but no one ever gave her a brush?

Then that's what the Northern Lights are. All the lives that we're not living.

So it's pretty simple. Go sing. Sing well or sing badly -it doesn't matter, as long as you sing your fucking heart out.

And maybe the only way to find what you’re looking for is to get lost along the way.

Well, everyone needs at least one long road trip in their lives.

No sky Leila had seen before could compare to the beauty she was seeing above her. It didn't feel like some accident of nature but rather something that was purposefully unleashed on the world.

I don't really ever have to tell myself to seize the day. It's just, whenever I'm not, I feel like I'm slowly disintegrating or something. Like my soul is itching, and if I don't actively live my life, it'll never stop.

I'm a pretty forgetful guy, but everything she says, I remember. I remember what colour her hair ribbon was when we met on the first day of fifth grade. I remember that she loves orchids because they look delicate but aren't, really. From a single postcard she sent me when traveling with her family two summers ago. I remember what my name looks like in her handwriting.

People go entire lives without figuring out exactly what they want from life. You already have it, and the future you and your dad have planned out for you in going to take it away from you.

When you don't have any reason to think of days as weekdays or weekends, you start to realize that all days are pretty much the same. And that kind of gives you the freedom to do whatever you want. It's a lot easier to seize the day than it is to seize a Tuesday. You have errands on Tuesday. On Tuesday you eat pizza again. Your favorite show is on Tuesday, you know? But the day... The day is all just hours you're alive for. They can be filled with anything. Unexpectedness, wildness, maybe a little bit of lawlessness, even. If that makes sense.

I keep expecting to bump into you two on the road, but maybe the universe isn’t yet ready to handle you and me side by side again.

He only allowed himself a quick glance at her, knowing as soon as he saw her that she was the kind of girl who could make you think your life was not complete unless she was in it.

I don’t know where the hell you came from, but I’m glad you did. I’d have been lost without you.

But there was something about this girl that made him want to hear her opinions on everything, hear about her day, tell her about his own.

Weeks, he thought to himself. I’ll be thinking about that face for weeks.

He meant to bury himself in work right away, but against instinct he stole another glance. How long would the memory of her face haunt him? Days? Weeks?

People hurt each other. It happens to everyone. It's part of what we do as people. The beauty is that we have the ability to heal and forgive

I’ve heard you talk about this town like it’s the only thing you love aside from fixing cars. People go entire lives without figuring out exactly what they want from life. You already have it, and the future you and your dad have planned out for you is going to take it away from you.

Well done, Hudson thought to himself. Keep on talking about murderers; that’s the perfect way to make a good impression.

I like red - don't get me wrong. But I have a deep appreciation for anything that is willing to be totally and utterly itself. If you're going to be red, well, then, be red, goddamnit. From your steering wheel to your hubcaps, be red.

She wanted to reach up to the night and dig her fingers into it, beg it to stay just a little bit longer.

But you know what I mean, don't you? How sometimes you feel like you're the only person in the world who is seeing something?

-How does someone win?" -We're seventeen-year-olds with our own island. We're already winners.