It’s not right. It hasn’t been right, not since I met you.
There’s something about blue eyes. The kind of blue that startles you every time they’re lifted in your direction. The kind of blue that makes you ache for them to look at you again. Not the blue green or blue gray, the blue that’s just blue. Cricket has those eyes.
And I hold my head high toward my big entrance, hand in hand with the boy who gave me the moon and the stars.
I wasn’t being a git. I wasn’t even being a twat, or a wanker, or any of your other bleeding Briticisms -.
Life isn’t about what you get, it’s about what you DO with what you get.
There are few things worse than having feelings for someone you shouldn’t, and I don’t like where my thoughts were headed.
Har. Bloody. Har.
Pinkie means excited or happy, thumb means thinking or worried. I’m surprised I know the meaning of these gestures. How closely have I been paying attention to him?
No more moving. I’m here. I’m wherever you are.
No, I don’t love Max anymore. But I don’t want to give you this broken, empty me. I want you to have me when I’m full, when I can give something back to you. I don’t have much to give right now.
I have the strangest feeling that he’s aware of me as I am of him.
What do you say to someone who is not the same and yet completely the same?
One of the new girls followed me in and said she thinks Toph is an insensitive douchebag motherhumping assclown, and that I shouldn’t let him get to me. Which was sweet, but didn’t really help.
You’re the most incredible girl I’ve ever known. You’re gorgeous and smart, and you make me laugh like no one else can. And I can talk to you. And I know after all this I don’t deserve you, but what I’m trying to say is that I love you, Anna. Very much.
What my parents never considered is that I just wanted a choice.
Yes, St. Claire. I like you. But I can’t say it aloud, because he’s my friend. And friends don’t let other friends make drunken declarations and expect them to act upon them the next day.
Some people are finicky about going to the theater alone, but I’m not. Because when the lights go down, the only relationship left in the room is the one between the movie and me.
It’s become impossible to deny he means something to me.
I just can’t fathom why anyone would stand on a ledge when there’s a respectable amount of walking space right next to it.
You must think I’m a complete idiot right? That I’m just some doormat who’ll wait for you on the sidelines forever? That you can keep running back to her every time things get difficult and I’ll just be okay with it?!