Sometimes I would open my eyes when we were kissing, I would watch him and I could see it. I could actually see love—not words, not an emotion, not an abstract concept or a subjective state of mind, but a living, breathing thing.
I think hell is something you carry around with you. Not somewhere you go.
Your body is the piece of the Universe you’ve been given.
The opposite of deja vu is ‘jamais vu.’ Jamais vu is not remembering something you always see.