I just want the pleasure of noticing these things at a safe distance...
I hated talking, and I hated listening to everyone else stumble on their words so they wouldn't sound dumb, and I hated how it was all just a game of trying to figure out what the teacher wanted to he...
I guess I had been looking toward the Encouragement above the TV, a drawing of an angel with the caption Without Pain, How Could We Know Joy? (This is an old argument in the field of Thinking About Su...
I felt the unfairness of it, the inarguable injustice of loving someone who might have loved you back but can't due to deadness, and then I leaned forward, my forehead against the back of Takumi's hea...
I feel like my life is so scattered right now. Like it's all the small pieces of paper and someone's turned on the fan. But, talking to you makes me feel like the fan's been turned off for a little bi...
I don't really understand the point of crying. Also, I feel that crying is almost- like, aside from deaths of relatives or whatever- totally avoidable if you follow two very simple rules: 1. Don't car...
I don't know whether it was the general anxiety of being on a date (albeit one with my would-be date sitting fivepeople away from me) or the specific anxiety of having the Beast stare in my direction,...
I didn't want to see them lower him into the ground in the spot he'd picked out with his dad, and I didn't want to see his parents sink to their knees in the dew-wet grass and moan in pain....
I came here looking for a Great Perhaps, for real friends and a more-than-minor life..
Formerly a prodigy. Formerly full of potential. Currently full of shit.
For a moment, she was quiet. Then she grabbed my hand, whispered, Run run run run run, and took off, pulling me behind her.
Finally, I decided that the proper strategy was to stare back. Boys do not have a monopoly on the Staring Business.
Desperately Lonely Swing Set Needs Loving Home One swing set, well worn but structually sound, seeks new home. Make memories with your kid or kids so that someday he or she or they will look into the...
Dear Jane,Just so you know: e. e. cummings cheated on both of his wives. With prostitutes.Yours,Will Grayson
But as for me: I must ask the wounded man where he is hurt, because I cannot become the wounded man. The only wounded man I can be is me.
But I could always tell in her eyes if she got really pissed at me, and her eyes were still pretty smiley
Because you're only thinking they-might-not-like-me-they-might-not-like-me, and guess what? When you act like that, no one likes you.
Because you are beautiful. I enjoy looking at beautiful people, and I decided a while ago not to deny myself the simpler pleasures of existence
Augustus Waters, I said, looking up at him, thinking that you cannot kiss anyone in the Anne Frank House, and then thinking that Anne Frank, after all, kissed someone in the Anne Frank House, and that...
Anything that happens all at once is just as likely to unhappen all at once, you know?