In The Dark Beside Me, She Smelled

Love Is Keeping The Promise Anyway.

It Is Worth It To Leave Behing My Minor Life For Grander Maybes.

We Had To Forgive To Survive The Labyrinth

Augustus: “you Probably Need Some Rest.” Me: “i’m Okay.” Augustus: “okay.” (pause.) “what Are You Thinking About?” Me: “you.” Augustus: “what About Me?” Me: “‘i Do Not Know Which To Prefer, / The Beauty Of Inflections / Or The Beauty Of Innuendos, / The Blackbird Whistling / Or Just After.’” Augustus: “god, You Are Sexy.” Me: “we Could Go To Your Room.” Augustus: “i’ve Heard Worse Ideas.

Scared Isn't A Good Excuse. Scared Is The Excuse Everyone Has Always Used.