Imagining the future is a kind of nostalgia.

Colin thought about the dork mantra: sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me. What a dirty lie.

I've gotten really hot since you went blind.

If you don’t know about Tumblr then you are not supposed to know about Tumblr. It’s like fight club.

That didn’t happen, of course. Things never happened the way I imagined them.

I kept it for myself like a keepsake, as if sharing the memory might lead to its dissipation.

My heart is really pounding," I said. "That's how you know you're having fun," Margo said.