And I vaguely remember her smiling at me from the door way the glittering ambiguity of a girls smile, which seems to promise an answer to the question, but never gives it. The question, the one we’ve all been asking since girls stopped being gross, the question that is to simple to be uncomplicated: Does she like me or does she LIKE me?

You realize that trying to keep your distance from me will not lessen my affection for you. All efforts to save me from you will fail.

Does he have ugly hands? Sometimes beautiful people have ugly hands." "No he has kind of amazing hands.

Eternity bids thee to forget.

Getting a life’ is something only a complete idiot could believe. Like you can just drive to a store and get a life. See it in its shiny box and look inside the plastic window and catch a glimpse of yourself in a new life and say, ‘Wow, I look much happier — I think this is the life I need to get!’, take it to the counter, ring it up, put it on your credit card. If getting a life was that easy, we’d be one blissed-out race.

Maybe 'okay' will be our 'always

Stupid human voices always ruining everything.