It doesn’t matter. I’m with you. I’m happy to be anywhere with you.
For once in your life, listen to your younger sister. She’s taller, and she knows better than you.
Some of us wear our hearts. Some of us carry them.
I don’t care about anything. But I care about you.
He tastes like my deepest craving fulfilled.
I don’t actually have any accounts, because social networking has always felt like a popularity contest to me. A public record of my own inadequacies.
The feeling is that we have everything to say. And where do you begin with everything?
I’m beginning to think that maybe it’s okay to be a blank canvas. maybe it’s okay that my future is unknown.
That being singular is the exact thing that makes something – or someone – amazing.
I don’t know what I believe. I guess that makes me a Christmas Tree Agnostic.
Don’t be a chickenshit. Tell him how you feel.” “What if he doesn’t love me?” “He does.” “What if he doesn’t?” “Ugh, then who cares? You won’t lose anything you haven’t already lost.
You’ve crafted this bored veneer, but you’re always giving yourself away in moments like that. In the moments that really matter.
I’ve always felt lucky to live someplace where snow is rare, you know? It’s rareness that makes it so speacial.
We talk about the shiny little nothings we see – people and cars and cathedrals, even la Tour Eiffel – but it’s not that we don’t have anything meaningful to say. The feeling is that we have everything to say. And where do you begin with everything?
I guess you never really know what’s going on inside someone else’s head.
I keep my eyes on his bedspread – blue-and-white plaid, very male – and try to remember how Isla-of-the-past would have fainted if she could see Isla-of-the-present.
For a certain type of person, high school will always be brutal,′ the head says. ‘The best advice that I can give you is to figure out what comes next, and work towards that.
Love can be so sttange and sad. It can be hard to understand why we run toward certain people and away from others at different times in our lives. Why we search so hard for that thing we are looking for, and the run so fast when we find it. Sick Pleasure – Francesca Lia Block.
People can play dumb all they want, but they always give themselves away in actions. In the small moments like that.
Artists are inspired by blank canvases.