Your humor is your compass and your shield. You can hone it into a weapon or you can pull its strands out to make your very own cotton-candy blanket. You can’t exist on a diet of humor alone, but you can’t exist on a diet without it, either.
Freedom is also about what you will allow yourself to do.
There are boys so enraptured by love that they can’t get their hearts to slow down enough to get some rest, and other boys so damaged by love that they can’t stop picking at their pain.
Laughter rarely lasts longer than a few seconds, it’s true. But how enjoyable those few seconds are.
Even though it was hard to see you, it was good to see you.
It is very hard to stay alive just for your own sake. It is very hard to stare into day after day without another familiar face staring back. It turns your heart into a purposeless muscle.
Sharing truth is not the kind of gift that comes in wrapping paper – ripped open once and, there, you’re done. No, this is a gift that must be unfolded.
When you need to hold onto something, you should. Whatever gets you through, take it.
It felt good to be surrounded by books, by all this solid knowledge, by these objects that could be ripped page by page but couldn’t be torn if the pages all held together.
It was the most amazing feeling in the world. to know that something right happened, and to know that it had happened not through luck or command but simply because it was right.
Long live protest songs, in whatever form they take.
Because that’s the thing about mean people: They make you think that the world will never work, that there are divides that you will fall into if you approach. It takes a whole lot of good people to fill in the breach created by a single mean one.
I just needed to realize that style was like personality – it didn’t always have to be consistent; it just had to be something you lived with.
If you want to be loved, be a lovable. It’s a good place to start.
Maybe that’s what history is, you go from one I can’t believe it the next. And sometimes the I can’t believe its are good, and sometimes they’re bad. But the sum total of positive ones always outweighs the negative ones.
I try to convince myself that it’s the alcohol talking. But alcohol can’t talk. It just sits there. It can’t even get itself out of the bottle.
This is not something insignificant. This is real. This is happening, and this is ours.
I had forgotten this about love: how the simple things- the turn away, the turn towards- could be so complicated, and how the complicated things- the stolen night, the right words- could be so simple.
How sad it must be for you to be nothing more than a hollow statue, to have your tomb preserved and your story forgotten.
I can take everything on her face at face value, and that’s valuable in a friend.