Talking to a drunk person was like talking to an extremely happy, severely brain-damaged three-year-old.

I write about broken people who need other people in order to go on. But those are the only kind of people I know to exist. We are all broken.

This is so much fun, but I’m so sleepy. To be continued?

Nerd girls are the world’s most underutilized romantic resource. And guys, do not tell me that nerd girls are not hot because that shows a Paris Hilton-esque failure to understand hotness.

I thought being an adult meant knowing what you believe, but that has not been my experience.

You are helpful, and you are loved, and you are forgiven, and you are not alone.

She did not need to fold into herself and self-destruct. Those awful things are survivable, because we are as indestructible as we believe ourselves to be. When adults say, "Teenagers think the hate invincible," with that sly, stupid smile on their faces, they don't know how right they are. We need never be hopeless, because we can never be irreparably broken.