You can’t just make me different and then leave.
There’s a great quote in Gus’s house, one that both he and I found very comforting: Without pain, we couldn’t know joy. – Hazel Grace Lancaster.
What happens if we become adults waiting for a band that’s never coming back?
Best day of my life was January 9, 1997. I was eight years old and my mom and I went to the zoo on a class trip. I liked the bears. She liked the monkeys. Best day ever. End of story.
Yeah, well call me unpatriotic, but I see don’t see the cheerleader thing. Cheer isn’t sexy. Dark is sexy. Ambivalent is sexy. Deeper-than-it-looks-at-first-glance is sexy.
This was what I liked most about my friends: just sitting around and telling stories. Window stories and mirror stories. I only listened – the stories on my mind weren’t that funny.
Objectify women and it’s fuckin’ on, you’ll be dead and gone like ancient Babylon.
If I am ever told that I have one day to live, I will head straight for the hallowed halls of Winter Park High School, where a day has been known to last a thousand years.
I vaguely hoped that someone would come up and talk to me.
All cells come from cells. Every cell is born of a previous cell, which was born of a previous cell. Life comes from life. Life begets life begets life begets life.
I really care about her. I mean, we were hopeless. Badly matched. But still. I mean, I said I loved her.
She’s still taking on water.” A desert blessing, an ocean curse.
I had always liked him, but it never really occurred to me to like him, like him.
Don’t forget to be awesome DFTBA.
I hated myself, too, not only because I let het go but because if I had been enough for her, she wouldn’t have even wanted to leave.
For she had embodied the Great Perhaps – she had proven to me that it was worth it to leave behind my minor life for grander maybes.
Crying adds something: crying is you, plus tears. But the feeling Colin had was some horrible opposite of crying. It was you, minus something.
You know, we could just keep going. We don’t have to stop.
Because memories fall apart, too. And then you’re left with nothing, left not even with a ghost but with its shadow.
Your lack of ambition is truly remarkable.