this is the rough part, okay? so just stay tuned for the good part. i promise it'll come soon.
Yeah, people keep saying my other senses will improve to compensate, but CLEARLY NOT YET. Hi, Support Group Hazel. Come over here so I can examine your face with my hands and see deeper into your soul...
What about the rest of your life?She shrugged. What about it?Aren't you worried about, like, forever?Forever is composed of nows, she says.
They love their hair because they're not smart enough to love something more interesting.
There's not even real *popularity* at my school.That, Coli said emphatically, is a sentence that has only ever been spoken by popular people.
The way young people speak about one another's bodies says a great deal about our society. In today's world, boys are much more likely to objectify girl's bodies than the other way around. Boys will s...
The sky is like a monochromatic contemporay painting, drawing me in its illusion of depth, pulling me up.
The marks humans leave are too often scars .
The feeling of loving her and being loved by her welled up in him, and he could taste the adrenaline in the back of his throat, and maybe it wasn't over, and maybe he could feel her hand in his again...
That's always seemed so ridiculous to me, that people want to be around someone because they're pretty. It's like picking your breakfeast cereals based on color instead of taste.
That smile could end wars and cure cancer.
Thank you for explaining that my eye cancer isn't going to make me deaf. I feel so fortunate that an intellectual giant like yourself would deign to operate on me.
Straight and fast.
So we gave up. I'd finally had enough of chasing after a ghost who did not want to be seen. We'd failed, maybe, but some mysteries aren't meant to be solved.
Poetry is just so emo. he said. Oh, the pain. The pain. It always rains. In my soul.
People, I thought, wanted security. They couldn't bear the idea of death being a big black nothing, couldn't bear the thought of their loved ones not existing, and couldn't even imagine themselves not...
People will say it's sad that she leaves a lesser scar, that fewer remember her, that she was loved deeply but not widely. But it's not sad, Van Houten. It's triumphant. It's heroic. Isn't that the re...
Not to ask the obvious question, but why Alaska?
It felt like everything was rising up in me, like I was drowning in this weirdly painful joy, but I couldn't say it back. I just looked at him and let him look at me until he nodded, lips pursed and t...
I may die young, but at least I'll die smart.