You can’t do this. You have to give me a chance to fix whatever it is I’ve done. What have I done?
You’re just going to walk away - like that? You’re leaving it this way? Now? I love you. You can’t...
But here’s the truth: In movies, it’s never half so lovely as it is here and now with Jase.
He instantly covers my fingers with his own, giving me his slow, intoxicating smile. I feel a pang, as though I’m handing over a part of myself I’ve never offered before.
Mom. He didn’t do drugs. I’ve told you that before. He was just weird.
You’re walking along on this path, dazzled by how perfect it is, how great you feel, and then just a few forks in the road and you are lost in a place so bad you never could have imagined it.
It’d be good if you’d stop apologizing right about now.” “It’s about all I’ve got to fix things.
I guess I like things that take time and attention. More worthwhile that way.
Everything was wonderful and then everything was awful.
Our house contains all that’s high-end and high-tech and shiny clean. And three people who would rather be somewhere else.
That what you’ve always had doesn’t mean that’s what you’ll always get. That what you’ve always wanted isn’t what you’ll always want.
It’s only been a few weeks and somehow I seem to have gotten far from shore.
Your ma’s dating?” Tim looks shocked. “I thought she pretty much confined herself to a vibrator and the shower nozzle since your dad screwed her over.
I’m not sure I can pull off being just friends with someone whose clothes I want to rip off.
I scoop a clattering cascade of green apple Jelly Bellys into the white paper bag and remember when we were seven. I got stung by a jellyfish. Tim cried because his mother, and mine, wouldn’t let him pee on my leg, which he’d heard was an antidote to the sting.
Dressed-up Cass is like a creature from another planet. One I want to colonize.
If there were an Olympics for kidding yourself, I’d take home the gold.
You need to come with a goddamn YouTube instructional video.
Horizons may seem like endings but they only actually bend father into the sky, curving into something new, beginning all over again.
No, because of instinct. You can tell who to trust. People can, just like animals. We don’t listen as well as they do, always, but it’s still there. That prickling feeling when something’s not right. That calm feeling when it is.