I feel like I know her. Really know her. And part of really knowing her is also knowing that I don’t necessarily know her as well as I think I do. Which is okay. We should each have our own damn souls...
Hellaciously Homely.
Dumped doesn't even begin to describe it. If you're going to use a trash metaphor, incinerated is more like it.
But it kept being out there, and the thing was, even though I really liked her as a person, I didn’t really think I liked her as a girl, because when you like a girl, there’s this ignition—you can fee...
A bell rings and Pavlov's dog has a fucking seizure on the dance floor.
With what you were talking about before. The world being broken. Maybe it isn't that we're supposed to find the pieces and put them back together. Maybe we're the pieces. Nick says.Maybe, Nick says, w...
Why should I tell you? he asked, with no small amount of petulance.If you tell me, I will leave you alone, I said. And if you don't tell me, I'm going to grab the nearest ghostwritten James Patterson...
It's moments like this, when you need someone the most, that your world seems smallest.I'm told there's no going back. So I’m choosing forwardThe exhaustion of living was just too much for me to talk...
It's a total lie to say there's only one person you're going to be with for the rest of your life. If you're lucky - and if you try really hard - there will always be more than one.
I know she is scared of this simple task even if the fear is something she can't—or won't— acknowledge. Fear, perhaps, is not based on the chemical component of adrenaline alone. It acts also on inexp...
I know in my heart that I can live without him and I know in my heart that I don't want to-that's a good place to start, right?
Children frighten me. I mean, I appreciate them on a cute aesthetic level, but they're very demanding and unreasonable creatures and often smell funny.
Aesthetic and utilitarian considerations aside, I said, Those mittens don't particularly make sense. Why would you want to hitchhike to the North Pole? Isn't the whole gimmick of Christmas that there'...
A bum slumped in a corner seat called out, Give the girl a dance already, ya bum!
Yes, girls want their princes, but boys want their princesses just as much.
What's better, I wonder - to be a toy for the humans, or to control your own destiny , even if the only way to do so is suicide?
That’s because you’re interpreting it the wrong way. I don’t mean it as a wistful, overdramatic declaration. I meant that the love I felt for him was huge and real, and, while painful, it forever chan...
Prayer or not, I want to believe that, despite all evidence to the contrary, it is possible for anyone to find that special person. That person to spend Christmas with or grow old with or just take a...
No. No no no no. It is not easy. Things that matter are not easy. Feelings of happiness are easy. Happiness is not. Flirting is easy. Love is not. Saying you're friends is easy. Being friends is not.
Let your thoughts run free, as if your mind is taking a leisurely Sunday afternoon walk through a garden in spring bloom.I stand in the hallway, mute. Alone. I realize: I must develop the ability to g...