She taught me everything I knew about crawfish and kissing and pink wine and poetry. She made me different.I lit a cigarette and spit into the creek. You can't just make me different and ten leave, I...
She cannot possibly be dead, people do not just die
Pero yo creo en el amor verdadero, ¿sabes? No creo que todos deben tener vista o no enfermarse de lo que sea, pero todo el mundo debería tener su amor verdadero, y por lo menos debería durar tanto com...
No, it's not, Holmesy. You pick your endings, and your beginnings. You get to pick the frame, you know? Maybe you don't choose what's in the picture, but you decide the frame.
Lidewij, I believe Agustus Waters sent a few pages from a notebok to Peter Van Houten shortly before he (Augustus) died. It is very important to me that someone reads these pages. I want to read them,...
Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets, / The muttering retreats / Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels / And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells: / Streets that follow like a ted...
Leaving feels good and pure only when you leave something important, something that mattered to you. Pulling life out by the roots. But you can't do that until your life has grown roots.
Late in the winter of my seventeenth year, my mother decided I was depressed, presumably because I rarely left the house, spent quite a lot of time in bed, read the same book over and over, ate infreq...
La ciudad era papel, pero los recuerdos no
Kaitlyn never wore open-toed shoes on account of how she hated her feet because she felt her second toes were too long, as if the second toe was a window into the soul or something.
Jesus, I'm not going to be one of those people who sits around talking about what they're going to do. I'm just going to do it.
It's total bullshit, he said. The whole thing. Eighty percent survival rate and he's in the twenty percent? Bullshit. He was such a bright kid. It's bullshit. I hate it. But it was sure a privilege to...
It's not life or death, the labyrinth. Suffering. Doing wrong and having wrong things happen to you. That's the problem. Bolivar was talking about the pain, not about the living or dying. How do you g...
It's fine, I repeated. And whatever. It was fine. It had to be.
It was right then, between when I asked about the labyrinth and when she answered me, that I realized the importance of curves, of the thousand places where girls' bodies ease from one place to anothe...
It was nice to spend time with someone so interesting. We were very different, and we disagreed about a lot of things, but he was always so interesting, you know?
It occurred to me that the voracious ambition of humans is never sated by dreams coming true, because there is always the thought that everything might be done better and again. aa
Isaac out of surgery. It went well. He's officially NEC.NEC meant no evidence of cancer. A second text came a few seconds later. I mean, he's blind. So that's unfortunate.
If I had a nervous breakdown every time something awful happened in the world, I'd be crazier than a shithouse rat.
If I die weep at my grave every day until a seedling appears in the dirt, then cry on it to make it grow until it becomes a beautiful tree whose roots surround my body.