If you don’t know about Tumblr then you are not supposed to know about Tumblr. It’s like fight club.

She is close enough to me that I can see her, because even now there is the outward sign of visible light, even at night in this parking lot on the outskirts of Algoe. After we kiss, our foreheads touch as we stare at each other. Yes, I can see her almost perfectly in this cracked darkness.

You're funny, and you're smart, and you may show up late, but you always show up eventually.

Harry Potter isn’t real? Oh no! Wait, wait, what do you mean by real? Is this video blog real? Am I real if you can see me and hear me, but only through the internet? Are you real if I can read your comment but I don’t know who you are or what your name is or where you’re from or what you look like or how old you are? I know all of those things about Harry Potter. Maybe Harry Potter’s real and you’re not.

The world went on, as it does, without my full participation, and I only woke up from the reverie when someone said my name.

You can't not like "The Great Gatsby." It's got the best sentences in, like, ever.

Great news for someone is always bad news for someone else