talking to yourself again, jas? yes, it beats talking to you. oh, time machine back to first grade much? only to visit your brain.

that arctic blast you're feeling? it's the chill coming off my cold shoulder

Thinking, not for the first time, that life should come with a trapdoor. Just a little exit hatch you could disappear through when you´d utterly and completely mortified yourself. Or when you had spontaneous zit eruptions. “Good book?” he asked, taking it from her and reading the subtitle, “A Guide for Good Girls Who (Sometimes) Want to Be Bad,” out loud. But life did not come with a trapdoor.

You can only run away from a house. Home is something you run toward.

You talk more when you're nervous," he said, still standing close to her. "No i don't. That's absurd. I'm just trying to explain to you-" "Do i make you nervous?" "No. I'm not nervous." "You're trembling." "I'm cold. I'm wearing practically zero clothes." His glance went to her lips, then back to her eyes. "I noticed.

favor de dejar un especimim em este copa para el doctor what? she told you to pee in a cup, i think that means get lost

Don't let them make you doubt yourself. All the greatest visionaries in history have been told they were insane at some point.