It is worth it to leave behing my minor life for grander maybes.

And it was just the three of us - three bodies and two people - the three who knew what had happened and too many layers between all of us too much keeping us from one another.

Lacey shrugged bashfully. “Do you think I’m superficial?” “Well, yeah.” I thought of myself standing outside Becca’s bedroom, hoping she’d take her shirt off. “But so am I,” I added. “So is everyone.

I really like umbrellas. It's like, I have a roof! I carry it with me! Umbrellas always amuse me.

Last words are always harder to remember when no one knows that someone's about to die.

Dad had a sign of his own. MY BEAUTIFUL FAMILY, it read, and then underneath that (AND GUS).

Your driving is unpleasant, but it isn't technically unsafe.