I wish I could go back to the day I met you, and kick you in the fucking balls for doing what you did, and slap myself for letting you.

Yes, I am a teenager. No, I am not pregnant, high, or about to steal your stuff.

Let Me Love You.

Desire is the kind of thing that
eats you
and
leaves you starving.

Augustus," I said. "Really. You don't have to do this."
"Sure I do," he said. "I found my Wish."
"God, you're the best," I told him.
"I bet you say that to all the boys who finance your international travel," he answered.

I love to travel, But hate to arrive.