He liked the mere act of reading, the magic of turning scratches on a page into words inside his head.

I couldn’t help but think about school and everything else ending. I liked standing just outside the couches and watching them—it was a kind of sad I didn’t mind, and so I just listened, letting all the happiness and the sadness of this ending swirl around in me, each sharpening the other. For the longest time, it felt kind of like my chest was cracking open, but not precisely in an unpleasant way.

You're amazing, and I so want to be your boyfriend, because of what you just said, and also because that shirt makes me want to take you home and do unspeakable things while we watch live-action Sailor Moon videos

Boys are much more likely to objectify girls bodies, while boys are seen by girls as whole people.

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

You know what I hate? The outdoors. I mean, generally. I don't like outside. I'm an inside person. I'm all about refrigeration and indoor plumbing and Judge Judy.

It's embarrassing that we all just walk through life blindly accepting that scrambled eggs are fundamentally associated with mornings.