"The ‘Stand Your Ground’ defense is like bleach: it works miracles for whites, but it will ruin your colors."
who’s arms would I run and fall into
if I were drunk
in a room with everyone
I have ever loved"
"I will remember your small room, the feel of you, the light in the window, your records, your books, our morning coffee, our noons, our nights, our bodies spilled together, sleeping, the tiny flowing currents, immediate and forever. Your leg, my leg, your arm, my arm, your smile and the warmth of you who made me laugh again."
If this isn’t the perfect pibble smile, then I don’t know what is
I hope when you die you get to see your stats like how many times you laughed or told a lie or kissed or how many people loved you and how many people hated you and what you meant to people