You’re so bad at good-byes, he whispers in my ear. Which is true. There is an average of about forty-seven minutes between the time we first type “goodnight” and the moment we actually stop sending our words back and forth.
Was he bruised beyond recognition? Or were his injuries the worse kind, the ones that hid under the surface of the skin, giving false hope?
Some habits of friendship were like muscle memory, rising up even when everything else had changed. I know our jokes, our rhythms, the choreography of our friendship. But that didn’t take away what we were now.
But I could not help but love her, like shared genes also meant shared hearts, no point in fighting it.
A living corpse is better than a dying heart.
New people bring change.
Heroism is overrated, and bravery often accompanies stupidity.
If you like someone, you should have to make an effort. You should have to get to know the person – you should have to work for that first kiss.
It is this author’s considered opinion that people talk entirely too much. Words, which should be used to communicate, are often used for the exact opposite purpose.
And as I am in love, I have penned this tale in the hope that you should join me in this folly by falling in love with someone yourself. Because if we are all fools, then perhaps there is some wisdom in falling in love.
It is the mature thing to say, which is something I think about too often at the age of seventeen. I guess that’s what happens when you’re forced to grow up too early.
Maybe it was okay to imagine greater things. Maybe it was all for me, if I wanted it. With dawn of the new year on the horizon, I resolved to exert my will on the world.
Rules make people feel safe. But they can turn into judgments. Condemnation is easy, Vaughn. The harder choice is love, and it’s one my dad makes every day.
I think if you can find the right food to connect yourself to a happier time, or a happier version of yourself, it can help you remember. Help you get back to who you were when you were happy. It can change everything.
How did anyone know anything before the internet?” “Our parents were idiots.
Long-distance relationships are all about patience.
You can tell a lot about a person by looking at the state of their surroundings.
No one likes being alone.
People were talking about SATs and college applications and summer internships. Everything seemed to be speeding up, and everything seemed to be gathering momentum, ready to go shooting off into the future on carefully plotted trajectories, while Gracie was still struggling to get her bearings.
Just because a person reveals something to you about yourself doesn’t mean they’re meant to do more than that.
I was running away from dating for the sake of running because I had gotten all too used to being on my own and not having to deal with anyone else’s crap, be it good crap or bad crap.