It's Okay to Laugh

I’m not afraid to die,” he tells her, “I just don’t want to do it

The world will keep spinning, and your life will get a little bit better every time you give up on the shit that is taking you away from your one wild and precious life.

jobs are like bobby pins: you can lose a thousand of them, but you always find another one.

We’re just humans, and humans are weird and scared and dumb. We fuck up. But that doesn’t make it a crime.

You don’t get to just come to the wedding and the funeral, but skip the middle part because it might make you too sad. That is against the rules.

No has your back. No prevents you from going on three dates with a guy you are barely interested in, and suddenly finding yourself in a year-long relationship because you didn’t want to hurt his feelings and tell him you weren’t interested after you watched him eat spaghetti.

The world goes on, even when you wish it would just lay on the bathroom floor with you for a little while.

I’ll love him for all his weirdo traits, too, but I’ll love him around the hole that Aaron left. Some spaces are not meant to be filled.

You’re Doing a Good Job
Really, you are. I know it doesn’t feel that way because everyone you know seems to be doing a better job at life than you are, but they’re not. They’re just really good at posting happy things to Facebook and Instagram.

Grief is lonely, no matter how many other people feel it. They are different, each one, because we’ve lost different people, different versions of the same men. We are each carrying our own load, and it is ours alone to bear.