Asleep by the Smiths Vapour Trail by Ride Scarborough Fair by Simon & Garfunkel A Whiter Shade of Pale by Procol Harum Dear Prudence by the Beatles Gypsy by Suzanne Vega Nights in White Satin by the Moody Blues Daydream by Smashing Pumpkins Dusk by Genesis (before Phil Collins was even in the band!) MLK by U2 Blackbird by the Beatles Landslide by Fleetwood Mac Asleep by the Smiths (again!) -Charlie's mixtape

I know that things get worse before they get better because that’s what my psychiatrist says, but this is a worse that feels too big.

The outside lights were on, and it was snowing, and it looked like magic. Like we were somewhere else. Like we were someplace better.

He realized that if he didn't leave, it would never be his life. It would be theirs.

And even if somebody else has it much worse, that doesn't really change the fact that you have what you have. Good and bad.

I wish I could stop being in love with Sam. I really do.

What about when someone doesn't need a shoulder? What if they need the arms?