There was an eerie quiet about last night, like death sleeping on the beach of Lake Erie. I woke up with sand in my shoes and tiny coffins on my feet.
His last name was Worthless. Or was that just the perfect word to describe him? Shouldn’t our names summarize who we are? If so, I want to be called Al Auttalovetogive.
I cleaned out my belly button last night, and I found the meaning of life. Gosh, I wonder how long it’s been hidden there.
Last night your thin walls invited me to the party next door / reminded me I am a quiet person in a quiet life.
Last night my girl and I were knocking boots, but it won’t happen tonight, because earlier today I went out and bought a doorbell.
Last night I stayed up late talking about tomorrow, and today I regret it because I was way off (by about 24 hours).
Last year, millions of students didn’t graduate from high school. They didn’t drop out, they were simply in elementary and middle schools.
His last name was Morris, but I called him Mars, because it’s like he was from another planet, like Venus. He was a cross dresser.
Listen, last time I talked to you three, you were all two oars short of having any oars, so I don't want to hear it.
The storm is here and now. The rains come and water floods our lives. Nothing last forever and the rainbow always appears.
Don’t tell me your name. It’s likely to awaken my conscience, and that’s the last thing we want.
The last thing she wanted was to see her friend getting ideas in her head. There was such a lot of room in there for them to bounce around and do damage.
I hated lying to my family. I had no choice. As a werewolf, the pack’d go apeshit if they found out I’d spent the last few months shagging a cat. ~Kyle Larsen
I never intended to become a zombie huntress; I had only intended to protest prom, high school’s last bastion of patriarchal society.
The truth is the last thing that matters,' she said. 'And you can believe one thing of the truth and me: I keep it well hidden, inside my heart.
She gazed at the bay of wrecked shuttles in dismay. The last of her adrenaline seeped away at the sight of the widespread destruction. It occurred to her then, for perhaps the first time in this long nightmare, that she was going to die.
Perhaps we need to separate youth from education. Education lasts forever. Youth is the time for exploration, maturation, socialization.
But I am tired of everyone being gone, and I am tired of everything that has tired me out for the last five years of my life.
I'm not a stranger," I said, and pointed to his book. "I'm someone who reads the same authors you do.
Love built on pain-the kind that lasts: whatever you love can be taken away from us at any moment but the loss of what we love belongs to us forever.
Better than chocolate, being with you last night. Silly me, I thought that nothing was better than chocolate.
