I had a sense then of how if we truly understood how many of the unimportant things we do will end up outliving us, we'd never be able to go on.

Falling in love with someone doesn’t mean you know any better how they feel. It only means you know how you feel.

No funny stuff in here tonight, you understand?” Dash said, “I assure you I could not contemplate any of your so-called funny stuff seeing as how I have no idea why I’m even here.” Mark scoffed. “You bookish little pervert.” “Thank you, sir!” Dash said brightly.

Trying to write about love is ultimately like trying to have a dictionary represent life. No matter how many words there are, there will never be enough.

I was sixteen and equipped with the appropriate genitalia, so I cleared that hurdle nicely.

this might be the happy ending without the ending

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