As long as we don't die, this is gonna be one hell of a story.

I wish I knew how to quit you, Tumblr.

There comes a time when we realize that our parents cannot save themselves or save us, that everyone who wades through time eventually gets dragged out to sea by the undertow- that, in short, we are all going.

Caring doesn't sometimes lead to misery. It always does.

That doesn't sound like my Margo", she said, and I thought of my Margo, and all of us looking at her reflection in different funhouse mirrors.

My stomach sank. JP had come so close. His immigrant parents had sacrificed so much.

He missed his imagined future.