Maybe it’s sad that these are now memories. And maybe it’s not sad.
You can’t just sit there and put everyone’s lives ahead of yours and think that counts as love. You just can’t. You have to do things.
Try to be a filter, not a sponge.
And I closed my eyes because I wanted to know nothing but her arms.
It’s strange because sometimes, I read a book, and I think I am the people in the book.
Sam and Patrick looked at me. And I looked at them. 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.
It’s just hard to see a friend hurt this much. Especially when you can’t do anything except ‘be there.’ I just want to make him stop hurting, but I can’t. So I just follow him around whenever he wants to show me his world.
Then, I turned around and walked to my room and closed my door and put my head under my pillow and let the quiet put things where they are supposed to be.
And I wonder if anyone is really happy. I hope they are. I really hope they are.
I’m only being cute here. I don’t really mean it. I just wanted to make you smile.
For me personally, as much as I don’t understand my mom and dad and as much as I feel sorry for them sometimes, I can’t help but love them very much.
So what’s the point of using words nobody else knows or can say comfortably? I just don’t understand that.
He was the boy that made mix tapes with themes and hand-colored covers until the day he hit my sister and stopped crying.
I just need to know that someone out there listens and understands and doesn’t try to sleep with someone even if they could have. I need to know these people exist.
Patrick started running after the sunset. And Sam immediately followed him. And I saw them in silhouette. Running after the sun.
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.
Not everyone has a sob story, Charlie, and even if they do, it’s no excuse.
On Friday night, I was reading my new book, but my brain got tired, so I decided to watch some television instead.
Five minutes of a lifetime were truly spent, and we felt young in a good way.
Love pats are soft punches of encouragement that are admistered on the knee, shoulder, and arm.