the great love of my life.

charis wilson.

most of us need the eggs.

"I would never want to belong to any club that would have someone like me for a member."

scrapbooks filled with newspaper clippings.

vivian maier.

the victors belong to the spoils.

this makes up for all the times my name was missing from the rack of personalized key chains and toothbrushes.

we were a strange bunch of kids.

sometimes i miss books the same way i miss people.

"sayre" is pronounced to rhyme with "fair".

"I wish I could write a beautiful book to break those hearts that are soon to cease to exist: a book of faith and small neat worlds and of people who live by the philosophies of popular songs."

-zelda fitzgerald.

the woman you used to love.