Whenever I appeared to have won an argument, Mom would say something like, 'Even broken clocks are right twice a day.

The way he kissed me felt like a brand. Like he was tattooing himself under my skin.

What will you do with them?" "Redo them in charcoal, probably." "And then?" "Tack them to my bedroom wall." Bedroom wall? "Who wouldn't want to wake up to this?

But even if you have what everyone else wants- if it isn't what you want, it isn't what you want

Jackie?" "It wasn't your fault.

I've started researching online journals for the project. Thanks for decoding Dr. Heller's notes before sending them to me. If you'd have forwarded them to me without a translation, I'd be searching for a tall building/overpass/water tower from which to yell "goodbye cruel world.

Lucas: I wanted to talk to you after class, but you disappeared. Me: I have another class right after. One of those profs who stops talking, stares at you and waits until you get to your seat if you're late. Lucas: I would probably just walk to my seat even slower. ;)