You don't always have to solve your problems alone, you know. This is why people talk to their friends.
Y si yo soy las estrellas, Cricket Bell es una galaxia entera.
When I was little, my parents were embarrassed by the way I dressed....They were terrified that people would think THEY were dressing me like that. That THE GAYS were corrupting me with false eyelashe...
They had me next to some horrible couple in matching Hawaiian shirts. There's no reason to suffer this flight alone when we can suffer it together.
They didn’t talk much, but their silence was companionable.
The realization is surprising, but the one that follows stuns me even more. I'm not in love with him anymore.Instead, looking at him makes me feel...hollow.
So neither is the woman. They're both gay men. Duh.
Shame leads to secrets, and secrets lead to lies, and lies ruin everything. Especially friendships.
School has ruined cinema.It's official. There's nothing worth living for.
Oh my. He's English. Er. Does Mer live here? Seriously, I don't know any American girl who can resist an English accent. The boy clears his throat. Meredith Chevalier? Tall girl? Big, curly hair? Then...
Life is too short to be the same person everyday.
Josh and Rashmi are making out-I can actually see tongue-so I turn to my bread and grapes.How biblical of me.The grapes are smaller than I'm used to, and the skin is slightly textured. Is that dirt? I...
I’m dizzy. It physically hurts to look at him. I can’t breathe. Of course you can breathe, Kurt says. You’re breathing right now.
It’s midnight, it’s sweltering, and I might be high on Vicodin, but that guy - that guy right over there - that’s him.The him.
Is it weird being in Omaha? Simini asked her. Now that everybody’s left? It’s like walking through the mall after it closes, Mags said.
I'm empty. I'm drained. And I can't move. Not that I'd want to. Because that's the thing about depression. When I feel it deeply, I don't want to let it go. It becomes a comfort.
I'll be here when you return.I fixed my door. You'll need a key.I'll take good care of it.What if I won't give it to you?Then I'll break the door again.This dormitory makes me feel so safe.
I smile as I leave them, wondering what building my dad would try to save with his writing.Probably a baseball stadium. Or a Burger King.
I love Paris, I say.And I'm sure it loves you back.
I hate that it sounds like a punishment.