My Lungs Sucked At Being Lungs.

Boys Do Not Have The Monopoly In Staring Business, After All.

Reading A Good Book Helps Us To Feel Un-alone.

How Are The Eyes?' 'oh, Excellent,' He Said. 'i Mean, They're Not In My Head Is The Only Problem.

In The End, What You Do Isn't Going To Be Nearly As Interesting Or Important As Who You Do It With.

We Kiss. Her Hands Are Freezing On My Face, And She Tastes Like Coffee And The Smell Of The Onion Is Still Stuck In My Nose, And My Lips Are All Dry From The Endless Winter. And It's Awesome.