everyone in our school has afterschool activities. mine is going home.
How amazing it is that friendships can become so full that you can't imagine what your life was like before them.
Family, like arsenic, works best in small doses...unless you prefer to die.
And who am I to blow against the wind?
I can see that the sadness has returned. And it's not a beautiful sadness- beautiful sadness is a myth. Sadness turns our features to clay, not porcelain.
As sisters, they probably have closer to 99 percent in common, but they’re not about to recognize that. They’d rather fight over what kind of pet they’re going to get … It’s an argument for its own sake.