♥ She would open his door slightly, calling out his name in a question, and he would say yeah? and she would come in, wearing nothing but a tank top and tiny shorts and make herself comfortable against him.They would talk for hours, sometimes stoned but most of the time not. He would hold her hand and skim her waist and she would kiss his neck and run errant fingers over his spine but they never, ever kissed or even cuddled, really.

♥ He heard her clear her throat awkwardly, and then she was reading Gibran to him, but just one line. 
“In the stillness of the night I have walked in your streets, and my spirit has entered your houses, and your heart-beats were in my heart, and your breath was upon my face, and I knew you all. Ay, I knew your joy and your pain, and in your sleep your dreams were my dreams.”

♥ “I was given this life, and I want to live it as hard and as heartbreaking and as loud as I can, and I want to leave this earth knowing that I made someone, somewhere happy.”

“I want to leave a mark on everyone’s soul that I meet,” she said honestly. “I want there to be a crevice, a crack, a crater. If I was immortal, I don’t think I’d feel that way. I think that it would get old to me, and that’s devastating. I want people to see me and understand me and love me, but I’m terrible at letting people.”

“I disagree,” he said softly, twining his fingers with hers. Because she was high and honest and he smelled so nice, she turned her head up and asked, “Are you in love with me?”. And because he was high and honest and he loved the way her fingers felt, he said, “Maybe.”

♥ "I need my down-to-earth girl to bring me back down with her.” He grinned at her so winningly that she had to turn away.

♥ “Thirsty?” she whispered, before pouring him some water like she was completely domesticated by him. (...) Just like his little wife, or something.

♥ He shrugged, looking out over the vast lake. “You are the realest thing in the world to me. Even though our relationship is surrounded by things that don’t make any sense at all – you, you as Kristen, make sense to me more than anything else. I can’t let it go.”