With the Fire on High

The world is a turntable that never stops spinning; as humans we merely choose the tracks we want to sit out and the ones that inspire us to dance.

when your first love breaks your heart, the shards of that can still draw blood for a long, long time.

And ain’t that what it means to be a sister? Holding things tight when the other one is falling apart?

fear you have for someone else’s life always eclipses the fear you have for your own.

Can you miss someone you never met?

you miss someone you never met?

sometimes focusing on what you can control is the only way to lessen the pang in your chest when you think about the things you can’t.

It’s wild to miss someone so much, and yet in order to care for them you have to constantly say goodbye

Ever since Tyrone, I don’t really talk to boys like that anymore. Boys at this age will say whatever they need to say to get what they want, and I’ve learned to trust pretty words even less than a pretty face

So much of my decision to have sex had more to do with being chosen than it did with any actual sexual attraction