It was one of those moments when you feel the future so much that it humbles the present. Her absence was palpable, even though she was still in the room.
It was about the feeling, you know? She caused it in me, but it wasn't about her. It was about my reaction, what I wanted to feel and then convinced myself that I felt, because I wanted it that bad. T...
It seemed weird to me that he’d spent his Christmas alone … and had seemed to like it. He hadn’t seemed to think anyone should feel sorry for him about that, either.
It is much harder to lie to someone's face.But.It is also much harder to tell the truth to someone's face.
I'm mad at global warming for all the obvious reasons, but mostly I'm mad at it for ruining Christmas. This time of year is supposed to be about teeth-chattering, cold weather that necessitates coats,...
I suspected that what happens in hotel rooms rarely lasts outside of them. I suspected that when something was a beginning and an ending at the same time, that meant it could only exist in the present...
I started to write: Langston deserves to be sick. But I erased that and wrote, Okay. I’ll make him some.
I stand up from the table and wiggle my index finger at Nick. He'll never get it, but I borrow from Heathers as I leave him to follow Tris. A true friend's work is never done, I singsong.Bulimia is so...
I love you for answering the call of a red notebook once upon a time.
I hope that global warming will go away. I hope that people won't be homeless. I hope that suffering will not exist. I want to believe that my hope is not in vain. I want to believe that even though I...
I haven't been able to reach her. And if I can't reach her, there's no way to keep her from being lost.
I felt especially grateful now having the red Moleskine to confide in. Just knowing a Snarl was on the other side to read it—to possibly care—inspired my pen to move quickly in answer to his question.
I don’t think we should ever try to meet again; there’s such freedom in that. Instead, let our words continue to meet. (See next postcard.)
I don’t think meaning is something that can be explained. You have to understand it on your own. It’s like when you’re starting to read. First, you learn the letters. Then, once you know what sounds t...
I don’t know what boldness came over me, but the resolute heaviness of Dash’s demeanor threatened to crush my soul. My pinky finger crept over and nestled against his, for comfort. Like a magnet, his...
I already know the words. I just need to learn the beat. This tone-deaf white girl will try to make music out of recovery.
Hope and belief. I'd always wanted hope, but never believed that I could have such an adventure on my own. That I could own it. And love it. But it happened.
His absence is time gained to spool my un-truths.
Here's the thing about love, Mrs. Basil E. replied. You get a last chance. And then, when that doesn't work, you make yourself another last chance. Then another. Then another. You keep going until you...
Dash is getting very frisky in here with me, Mark. What I wanted to say was Dash raised an eyebrow at me again.No he's not, Mark said.How do you know?Because if he was, you wouldn't be calling me to...