It won't matter if nobody ever thinks I'm pretty (although sometimes I wish, just for a second, that somebody would)

The flip side of freedom is this: When you're completely free, you're also completely on your own.

Still, the vivid green of the grass-where the grass is actually managing to assert itself through the dirt-seems out of place. This seems like a place where the sun should never shine: a place on the edge, at the limit, a place completely removed from time and happiness and life.

That's the thing about best friends. That's what they do. They keep you from spinning off the edge.

i feel like a curtain has dropped away and i'm seeing people for who they really are, different, and sharp, and unknowable.

I'm not ugly but I'm not pretty either. Everything is in-between. I have eyes that aren't green or brown, but a muddle. I'm not thin but I'm not fat either. the only thing you could definitely say about me is that: I'm short

Love is a kind of possession. It’s a poison.