she never showed girly weaknesses like cellulite or crushes. she never lingered on injustices committed against her.

She kept walking. The very small, brave part of her brain knew that this would be her one chance. If she turned around, she would lose it.

Their friendship was only one aspect of their lives but it seemed to give meaning to all the others.

She used to cry roughly three times a year. Now she seemed to cry three times before breakfast. Could that be considered progress?

Don't ask me any questions right now. I'm grumpy and I'll probablly make fun of you. -Effie Kaligaris

She went around with a broken heart, and she wasn't sure who'd broken it. She thought it was herself, mostly.

Sometimes he felt sure that the key to happiness was a poor memory.