No existe mejor sabor que la risa de otra persona en tu boca. Sam
I wanted a library like this...[] A cave of words that I'd made myself.
Do you think you can wait - because I don't want you to stop loving me. I keep remembering us and how it was. I don't want to hurt you...not ever...
I made promises to you that I'm not sure I can keep.
Sex is a commitment...Once you're there you can't go back to holding hands...and when you give yourself both mentally and physically...well, you're completely vulnerable.
I still get angry when older people assume that everyone in my generation, screws around. They're probably the same ones who think all kids use dope. It's true that we are more open than our parents but that just means we accept sex and talk about it...
In the darkness, he is invisible, but I can still feel him beside me. Sometimes you don't have to see something to know it is there.
We sat like that for a long while, and when we stood up, all my sad things were in boxes, and Beck was my father.
It was possible that I'd thrown one too many Molotov cocktails over God's fence.
My whole life, I had thought that my story was, again and again: Once upon a time, there was a boy, and he had to risk everything to keep what he loved. But really, the story was: Once upon a time, there was a boy, and his fear ate him alive.
I'm so tired I never want to wake up again. But I've figured out now that it was never them that made me feel that way. It was just me, all along.
If I only have ten minutes, Sam, this is what I want to say. You're not the best of us. You're more than that. You're better than all of us. If I only have ten minutes, I would tell you to go out there and live. I'd say...please take your guitar and ...
Cole sat back up, slowly, and I opened my eyes. His expression, as ever, was blank, the face he wore when something mattered. He said, "That's how I would kiss you, if I loved you.
Food," I suggested. "Sleep. That's what I need. To get the hell away from here." Cole frowned at me, as if I'd suggested "ducks" and "yoga".
Cole," I said, "Don't lose this number.
Scent is the strongest tie to memory.
Because you have only known me for like fourteen seconds and seven of those were us making out and you still know more about me than all of my friends in this stupid place.
Wie lange braucht man jeden Tag, bis man sich kennt." "How long it takes us, each day, to know each other.
