Everything good, everything magical happens between the months of June and August. Winters are simply a time to count the weeks until the next summer

Everything good, everything magical happens between the months of June and August. Winters are simply a time to count the weeks until the next summer

When it's finals week and you've been studying for five hours straight, you need three things to get you through the nigh.The biggest Slurpee you can find,half cherry half Coke.Pajama pants, the kind that have been washed so many times they are tissue-paper thin. And finally,dace breaks.Lots of dance breaks.

When a person you love dies, it doesn’t feel real. It’s like it’s happening to someone else. It’s someone else’s life. I’ve never been good with the abstract. What does it mean when someone is really truly gone?

That's when I finally got it. I finally understood. It wasn't the thought that counted. It was the actual execution that mattered, the showing up for somebody. The intent behind it wasn't enough. Not for me. Not anymore. It wasn't enough to know that deep down, he loved me. You had to actually say it to somebody, show them you cared. And he just didn't. Not enough.

There's no use in asking what if. No one could ever give you the answers.

I loved the feeling of talking and having somebody really listen to what I have to say. It was like a high or something.