Why do I and everyone I love pick people who treat us like we're nothing"; - "We accept the love we think we deserve,
But even if we don't have the power to choose where we come from we can still choose where we go from there. We can still do things.
We accept the love we think we deserve.
I just hope I remember to tell my kids that they are as happy as I look in my old photographs. And I hope that they believe me.
I hate you." I love you." You're a freak, you know that? Everyone says so. They always have." I'm trying not to be.
It's nice to have things to look forward to.
I just want you to know that you’re very special… and the only reason I’m telling you is that I don’t know if anyone else ever has.
Maybe he didn’t really encourage me to do things, but he didn’t prevent me from doing them either. But after a while, I didn’t do things because I didn’t want him to think different about me. But the thing is, I wasn’t being honest. So, why...
It’s strange how things can change back as suddenly as they changed originally. When one thing happens and suddenly, things are back to normal.
I feel like a big faker because I've been putting my life back together, and nobody knows.
I walk around the school hallways and look at the people. I look at the teachers and wonder why they're here. If they like their jobs. Or us. And I wonder how smart they were when they were fifteen. Not in a mean way. In a curious way. It's like look...
I just need to know that someone out there listens and understands and doesn't try to sleep with someone even if they could have. I need to know these people exist.
I would die for you. But I won't live for you.
What about when someone doesn't need a shoulder? What if they need the arms?
Then the movie started. It was in a foreign language and had subtitles, which was fun because I had never read a movie before.
And I thought about how many people have loved those songs. And how many people got through a lot of bad times because of those songs. And how many people enjoyed good times with those songs. And how much those songs really mean. I think it would be ...
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 G...
I think that if I ever have kids, and they are upset, I won't tell them that people are starving in China or anything like that because it won't change the fact that they are upset.
