There’s a version of me awake in her room in the middle of the night. She doesn’t know it yet, but her dreams will change. Soon, she’ll have a completely different list of things to care about, to stay awake for. But she needs to care this way, needs to feel her discontent knocking around, pushing until the roof falls away. One day, the knocking... See more

Felt my heart being scooped out with a spoon, ached for us all to be back together under that cereal bowl sky.

Side note: I need a study to be done about why all the romantic daydreaming about One Direction was egregiously or subtly creepy & controlling. Why were we all so obsessed with the idea of being kidnapped? As Sofia Isella might say, “A woman who doesn’t want it is much hotter than one that does.”