You might want someone else to save you, or might want to save someone so badly. But no one else can save you, not really, not from yourself.

Halloween is one of my favorite holidays. Christmas and the others can end up making you sad, because you know you should be happy. But on Halloween you get to become anything that you want to be

The more you love somthing, the harder it is to lose.

Anyway, you’re the one who doesn’t want to be my boyfriend.” “How do you know?” I shrugged. “You’re not like that.”“What if you’re wrong? What if I am?” “You are?” There was a moment of quiet. “Well, I am now.”“So am I,

What’s left of what your body was —once the girl with bare shoulder blades , giggling, once the girl galloping an imaginary horse, once the girl sleeping in her sequined red dress— was now ash in a jar. Grains of bone. But then, I knew it wasn’t you anymore. You were somewhere more.

Why are some things harder to lose than others? because of love, of course. The more you love something the harder it is to lose.

But you said you love me. You don’t just leave after that.

Estar enamorado es estar en completo peligro y plenamente salvado

Su beso no es solo un beso. Su beso es el único beso que lo haya cambiado todo jamas.