Things That Don't Matter When You've Lived the Same Day Six Times and Died on at Least Two of Them: Lunch meats and their relative coolness.

There's that confidence again, that semi-infuriating easiness of his, the tilt of his head and the smile. but today it's not infuriating. Today I like it, feel like it's somehow rubbing off on me, like if I was around him enough I would never feel awkward or frightened or insecure.

We all need mantras, I guess - stories we tell ourselves to keep us going.

Everyone just wasting time because they have so much of it to waste, minutes slipping by on who's with who and did you hear.

The memories seem like snapshots from someone else’s life.

Welcome to the free world. We give people the power to choose. They can even choose the wrong thing. Beautiful, isn't it?

One of the strangest things about life is that it will chug on, blind and oblivious, even as your private world - your little carved-out sphere - is twisting and morphing, even breaking apart.