It’s hard to be nice when the rest of the world is so mean.
I knew this feeling, the 2 a.m. loneliness that I’d practically invented.
I like flaws. I think they make things interesting.
Life is an awful, ugly place to not have a best friend.
You get what you give, but also what you’re willing to take.
It’s funny how one summer can change everything. It must be something about the heat and the smell of chlorine, fresh-cut grass and honeysuckle, asphalt sizzling after late-day thunderstorms, the steam rising while everything drips...
The fate of your heart is your choice and no one else gets a vote