I was standing in the tunnel. And I was really there. And that was enough to make me feel infinite.
I think it would be great if sledding were always enough, but it isn’t.
And I think they knew. Not anything specific really. They just knew. And I think that’s all you can ever ask from a friend.
I decided then that when I met someone I thought was as beautiful as the song, I should give it to that person. And I didn’t mean beautiful on the outside. I meant beautiful in all ways.
I read an article about Nirvana on one visit, and it didn’t have any references to honey mustard dressing or lettuce. They kept talking about the singer’s stomach problems all the time, though. It was weird.
It’s a great book. But try to be a filter, not a sponge.
I’ve been trying hard to not be a loser.
I don’t know what I’m supposed to do now. I know other people have it a lot worse. I do know that, but it’s crashing in anyway...
Be skeptical about this one. It’s a great book. But try to be a filter, not a sponge.
Maybe it’s good to put things in perspective, but sometimes, I think that the only perspective is to really be there. Like Sam said. Because it’s okay to feel things. And be who you are about them.
Sometimes, my dad calls her beautiful, but she cannot hear him.
I don’t know if it’s better to have your kids be happy and not go to college. I don’t know if it’s better to be close with your daughter or make sure that she has a better life than you do. I just don’t know.
I was hoping that the kid who told the truth could become a friend of mine, but I think he was just being a good guy by telling.
And I could hear all these songs on the radio, but the radio wasn’t on.
I just reminded myself that she didn’t say it mean. She wasn’t making fun of me. She wasn’t comparing. Or criticizing.
I don’t want to be just another thing mary elizabeth is in charge of.
I think you of all people are alive and appreciates what that means.
So, if this does end up being my last letter, please believe that things are good with me, and even when they’re not, they will be soon enough. And I will believe the same about you. Love always, Charlie.
So, I said I thought the magazine was trying to make him a hero, but then later somebody might dig up something to make him seem like less than a person.
The nights he would pick up someone always made him sad. It’s hard, too, because Patrick began every night really excited. He always said he felt free. And tonight was his destiny. And things like that. But by the end of that night, he just looked sad.