The Realm of Possibility

Remember that at any given moment there are a thousand things you can love.

I never felt the urge to jump off a bridge, but there are times I have wanted to jump out of my life, out of my skin.

Here’s what I know about the realm of possibility— it is always expanding, it is never what you think it is. Everything around us was once deemed impossible. From the airplane overhead to the phones in our pockets to the choir girl putting her arm around the metalhead. As hard as it is for us to see sometimes, we all exist within the realm of possibility. Most of the limits are of our own world’s devising. And yet, every day we each do so many things that were once impossible to us.

You will always be my always.

Getting what you want is just as difficult as not getting what you want. Because then you have to figure out what to do with it instead of figuring out what to do without it.

I have no idea how he knows when I need him. We can go weeks without speaking, and then, when my blue moods threaten to turn black, he will show up and tell me my moods are azure indigo cerulean cobalt periwinkle and suddenly the blue will not seem so dark, more like the color of a noon-bright sky. He brings the sun.

I'm not good at relationships I always manage to find the flaws sometimes in others but mostly my own. I foretell the ending then go and create the cause save myself and end up alone

A year. A thousand kisses. And now a thousand one, a thousand two. There are so many other place we could have ended up, but I have to believe none of them would have felt this right. "All I want is you" is not entirely true. I want so much more, and with you I think I can get it.

Being a bitch is easy. It's finding the alternative that's hard.

We are so used to releasing words, we don't know what to do with them if they stay. No matter how many times we let them go, they come back. The words that matter always stay.

I can't pretend to know what love is. It just is.

The word I think of is precarious. I am struck by how precarious it all is. How the things that hold us are only as strong as the faith we have in them.

You think you know your possibilities. Then other people come into your life and suddenly there are so many more.

Because it is senior year I have begun to see things as potential absences. The things I love will become the things I'll miss.

And maybe it is only by finding yourself that you can feel the true intensity of becoming close to another person.

there was a time before you but I can't remember it now a time before your beauty and I were formally introduced I'm sure I lived without you but I don't remember how can't imagine living without these feelings you've produced just one glance and my life was redrawn just one word and my vocabulary changed I asked the time and you said 'what's the hurry?' you asked my name and I almost forgot

this might be the happy ending without the ending

I measure the moment in the heartbeats I skip

You are happy even if you are afraid to admit it.

Once time is lit, it will burn whether or not you're breathing it in. Even after smoke becomes air, there is the memory of smoke. I am seeing as if by the light of a match, a glimpse of my life and having it feel right.

Maybe there is hope in the fragments, that what is lost can always be filled in by someone who knows.

It is not desire. Instead it is something deeper. I don't want to be with him constantly and forever. I want to be with him for the moment, and I want the moments to go on forever.

I know the odds are all against me and I know you might not feel this way too but I know I would rather die trying to know if I could mean something to you

why won't they leave me alone? don't they realize I have a tinder heart and a paper body and that any spark will turn me straight to ash?

Every time you love someone, you put not just your faith in them, but your faith in everything to the test.

I have taken advantage of other people's weaknesses in order to cover my own.

I want this world small enough for the two of us I want you to think of me that way I want this world to crash us into marvelous I want you to kiss me and say:

There is no word for our kind of friendship. Two people who don't see each other a lot, but can make each other effortlessly happy

What I learned The well-documented difference Between alone and lonely The comfort of knowing