There are times when you just have to let it all out. All the anger, all the pain.

what i really want - and what i never get - is to be appreciated. do you know what it’s like to work so hard to make sure everyone’s happy, and to have not a single person recognize it

They love their hair because they're not smart enough to love something more interesting.

I wondered whether I could find a Great Perhaps here at all or whether I had made a grand miscalculation.

Too pissed off to cry, I said, 'This is only making me hate her. I don't want to hate her. And what's the point, if that's all it's making me do?' Still refusing to answer how and why questions. Still insisting on an aura of mystery. I leaned forward, head between by knees, and the Colonel placed a head on my upper back. 'The point is that there are always alsweres, Pudge.' And then he pushed air out between his pursed lips and I could hear the angry quiver in his voice as he repeated, 'There are always answers. We just have to be smart enough.' ~Miles/Pudge and Chip/the Colonel, pg 168

This star won't go out. And it won't. we won't let it.

A Margo for each of us--and each more mirror than window.