Maybe this is the secret to talking to boys--maybe you just have to be angry all the time.

And when it started to get dark you pointed to the sky, and told me there was a star for every thing you loved about me.

Until, one day, she wasn’t.

And I guess that's when it starts to hit me: the whole point is, you do what you can.

That's what Zombieland is: frozen, calm, quiet.

All this time, I thought we were growing apart because I was leaving Lena behind. But really it was the reverse. She was learning to lie. She was learning to love.

Everytime he brushes me with his fingers, time seems to tether for a second, like it is in danger of dissolving. The whole world is dissolving, I decide, except for us. Us.