Gansey leaned back, head thrown to the side, drunken and silly with happiness. "I love this car," he said, loud enough to be heard over the engine. "I should buy four more of them. I'll just open the door of one to fall in to the other. One can be a living room, one can be my kitchen, I'll sleep in one..." "And the fourth? Butler's pantry?" Blue shouted. "Don't be so selfish. Guest room.

a life is measured by moments like these

This is Rilke. I wish I had written it for you.

Tommy grabs my waist and swings me around in a circle. I drag my feet because i am opposed to people touching me when I'm not expecting it. Also because it will take more than dancing to cheer me up.

Panic leads to carelessness, and carelessness creates accidents.

The fact was, I didn't know if I was built for happy endings.

No, you used nouns and verbs together in a pleasing but illogical format.