She wasn't bitter. She was sad, though. But it was a hopeful kind of sad. The kind of sad that just takes time.
She took me to her room and stood me in front of her dresser, which was covered in a pillowcase with pretty colors. She lifted off the pillowcase, and there I was, standing in my old suit, looking at...
Sam and Patrick looked at me. And I looked at them. And I think they knew. Not anything specific really. They just knew. And I think that's all you can ever ask from a friend.
Por lo tanto, creo que somos lo que somos por muchas razones. Y tal vez nunca lo sabremos más que ellos. Pero incluso si no tenemos el poder de elegir de dónde venimos, todavía podemos elegir a dónde...
Personally, I like to think my brother is having a college experience like they do in the movies. I don't mean the big fraternity party kind of movie. More like the movie where the guy meets a smart g...
Patrick started running after the sunset. And Sam immediately followed him. And I saw them in silhouette. Running after the sun.
Patrick started driving really fast, and just before we got to the tunnel. Sam stood up, and the wind turned her dress into ocean waves. When we hit the tunnel, all the sound got scooped up into a vac...
Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines he wrote a poemAnd he called it Chops because that was the name of his dogAnd that's what it was all aboutAnd his teacher gave him an A and a gold star...
Old pictures look very rugged and young, and the people in the photographs always seem a lot happier than you are.
My grandma is very old, and she doesn't remember things a lot, but she bakes the most delicious cookies. When I was very little, we had my mom's mom, who always had candy, and my dad's mom,who always...
My grandfather was crying. The kind of quiet that is quiet and a secret. The kind of crying that only I noticed. I thought about him going into my mom's room when she was little and hitting my mom and...
My dad said I did the right thing. I hope I did, but it's hard to tell sometimes.
Maybe it's good to put things in perspective, but sometimes, I think that the only perspective is to really be there.
Maybe he didn’t really encourage me to do things, but he didn’t prevent me from doing them either. But after a while, I didn’t do things because I didn’t want him to think different about me. But the...
Just tell me how to be different in a way that makes sense.
It’s just hard to see a friend hurt this much. Especially when you can’t do anything except be there. I want to make him stop hurting, but I can’t. So, I just follow him around whenever he wants to sh...
It's too bad you're not gay. Then again, if you were gay, I would never date you. You're a mess.
It's strange to describe reading a book as a really great experience, but that's kind of how it felt.
It's strange the times people choose to be generous.
It's much easier to not know things sometimes. Things change and friends leave. And life doesn't stop for anybody. I wanted to laugh. Or maybe get mad. Or maybe shrug at how strange everybody was, esp...