You know what happens to girls who loves lost boys? They become lost themselves.
it is so unfair that he lives in ohio, because that should be close enough, but since neither of us drives and neither of us would ever in a million years say, 'hey, mom, do you want to drive me across indiana to see a boy?,' we're kind of stuck.
When the shock wears off, you always hope there's understanding underneath.
Beauty comes naturally, but it's hard to be stunning by accident.
There is the sudden. There is the eventual. And in between, there is the living.
I preferred to hang out with the dead, dying, or desperate books - used we call them, in a way that we'd never call a person, unless we meant it cruelly