Well, while you were in the bathroom, I sat down at this picnic table here in Bumblefug, Kentucky, and noticed that someone had carved that GOD HATES FAG, which, aside from being a grammatical nightmare, is absolutely ridiculous. So I'm changing it t...
We fatties have a bond, dude. It's like a secret society. We got all kinds of shit you don't know about. Handshakes, special fat people dances-we got these secret fugging lairs in the center of the earth and we go down there in the middle of the nigh...
I figured something out. The future is unpredictable.
Something about telling that story made my gut grow back together." What?" Oh, nothing. Just thinking out loud." That's who you really like. The people you can think out loud in front of." The people who've been in your secret hiding places." The peo...
Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me.
All hurt is brain hurt.
The missing piece in his stomach hurt so much-and eventually he stopped thinking about the Theorem and wondered only how something that isn't there can hurt you.
Even if it’s a dumb story, telling it changes people just the slightest little bit, just as living the story changes me. An infinitesimal change. And that infinetisimal change ripples outward —ever smaller but everlasting. I will get forgotten, b...
There's a stark difference between the words 'prodigy' and 'genius.' Prodigies can very quickly learn what other people have already figured out; geniuses discover that which no one has ever previously discovered. Prodigies learn; geniuses do.
If people could see me the way I see myself - if they could live in my memories - would anyone love me?
It's just that I learned a while ago that the best way to get people to like you is not to like them too much.
You matter as much as the things that matter to you. And I got so backwards trying to matter to him. All this time, there were real things to care about: real, good people who care about me, and this place. It's so easy to get stuck. You just get cau...
And the moral of the story is that you don't remember what happened. What you remember becomes what happened. And the second moral of the story, if a story can have multiple morals, is that Dumpers are not inherently worse than Dumpees - breaking up ...
Collin Singleton could no more stay cool than a blue whale could stay skinny or Bangladesh could stay rich
10-5 space 16-5-14-19-5 space 17-21-5 space 10-5 space 20-1-9-13-5.
Dumpers may not always be the heartbreakers, and the Dumpees may not always be the heartbroken. But everyone has a tendency.
And even though he felt pitiful and ridiculous, he didn't want it to end, because he knew the absence of her would hurt more than any breakup ever could.
but there was no denying her smile. That smile could end wars and cure cancer.
The problem with chameleoning your way through life is that it gets to the point where nothing is real.
Me olvidarán, pero pero las historias persistirán. Y por eso todos importamos quizá menos que muchos, pero siempre más que nadie
there’s some people in this world who you can just love and love and love no matter what.
