But Whether Or Not You

The Boy I Just Kissed Is Talking To My Father. The Boy I Want To Kiss Again Is Waiting For My Mother To Serve Pancakes. I Must Fight The Urge To Freak.

What Separates Us From The Animals, What Separates Us From The Chaos, Is Our Ability To Mourn People We’ve Never Met.

That's The Question, Isn't It?" You Said One Night. "does Death Bring Freedom, Or Is It The End Of Freedom?

These Words Are Now Mine, But Soon They’ll Be Ours.

Here's What Breaks Us: Even Though We Know Better, We Still Want Everything To Be All Right.