This is pretty much the answer to every problem you encounter in suburbia: plant a tree, and hope you don't see anyone's privates.

Eventually she came. She appeared suddenly, exactly like she'd done that day- she stepped into the sunshine, she jumped, she laughed and threw her head back, so her long ponytail nearly grazed the waistband of her jeans. After that, I couldn't think about anything else. The mole on the inside of her right elbow, like a dark blot of ink. The way she ripped her nails to shreds when she was nervous. Her eyes, deep as a promise. Her stomach, pale and soft and gorgeous, and the tiny dark cavity of her belly button. I nearly went crazy.

That’s what made it so frightening to the lawmakers: Love obeys no laws other than its own.

The only thing worse than having no friends is being pitied for having no friends.

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

Love: It will kill you and save you, both

I’ve been trying so hard not to think his name, not to even breathe the idea of him