I don't even know how ugly and pretty get decided.

I learned that myth doesn’t mean a lie; it means a traditional story that tells you something about people and their worldview and what they hold sacred. Interesting.

People always get used to beauty though.

Because you're only thinking they-might-not-like-me-they-might-not-like-me, and guess what? When you act like that, no one likes you.

I think that it's a universal urge to have our pain not be felt alone and to have our joys not be felt alone.

Shouldn't letting go be painless if you've never learned how to hold on?

Nerd girls are the world's greatest under-utilized romantic resource.