The risen sun too bright in her losing eyes.
As long as we don’t die, this is gonna be one hell of a story.
But I will say this: When the scientists of the future show up at my house with robot eyes and they tell me to try them on, I will tell the scientists to screw off, because I do not want to see a world without him.
If people could see me the way I see myself – if they could live in my memories – would anyone love me?
I hated sports. I hated sports, and I hated people who played them, and I hated people who watched them, and I hated people who didn’t hate people who watched or played them.
Maybe all the strings inside him broke.
Not that smart. Not that hot. Not that nice. Not that funny. That’s me: I’m not that.
Come over here so I can examine your face with my hands and see deeper into your soul than a sighted person ever could.
The venn diagram of boys who don’t like smart girls and boys you don’t wanna date is a circle.
Before I got here, I thought for a long time that the way out of the labyrinth was to pretend that it did not exist, to build a small, self-sufficient world in the back corner of the endless maze and to pretend that I was not lost, but home.
What matters to you defines your mattering.
If only we could see the endless string of consequences that result from our smallest actions. But we can’t know better until knowing better is useless.
Y’all smoke to enjoy it. I smoke to die.
I wanted to know that he would be okay if I died. I wanted to not be a grenade, to not be a malevolent force in the lives of people I loved.
We need never be hopeless because we can never be irreparably broken.
People, I thought, wanted security. They couldn’t bear the idea of death being a big black nothing, couldn’t bear the thought of their loved ones not existing, and couldn’t even imagine themselves not existing. I finally decided that people believed in an afterlife because they couldn’t bear not to.
He liked the mere act of reading, the magic of turning scratches on a page into words inside his head.
As much as life can suck, it always beats the alternative.
After all this time, it seems to me like straight and fast is the only way out- but I choose the labyrinth. The labyrinth blows, but I choose it.
That’s why I like you. Do you realize how rare it is to come across a hot girl who creates a adjectival version of the word pedophile? You are so busy being you that you have no idea how utterly unprecedented you are.