It's bullshit to think of friendship and romance as being different. They're not. They're just variations of the same love. Variations of the same desire to be close.
The important people in our lives leave imprints. They may stay or go in the physical realm, but they are always there in your heart, because they helped form your heart. There's no getting over that.
I want to believe there is a somebody out there for me. I want to believe that I exist to be there for that somebody.
I wanted to talk to someone. But who? It’s moments like this, when you need someone the most, that your world seems smallest.
There’s no such thing as ready,” she says. There’s only willing.
I mean, like most guys, you carry around this girl in your head, who is exactly who you want her to be. The person you think you will love the most. And every girl you are with gets measured against this girl in your head.
Well sure, who doesn't need a boyfriend? but realistically, those exotic creatures are hard to come by. At least a quality one.
There are just lots of possibilities in the world… I need to keep my mind open for what could happen and not decide that the world is hopeless if what I want to happen doesn't happen. Because something else great might happen in between.
It's a total lie to say there's only one person you're going to be with for the rest of your life. If you're lucky - and if you try really hard - there will always be more than one.
I'm told there's no going back. So I'm choosing forward.
Answer all the questions that I'm too afraid to ask
There is no such thing as a soulmate…and who would want there to be? I don’t want half of a shared soul. I want my own damn soul.”
Ely inRachel Cohn and David Levithan
The universe doesn't decide what's right or not right. You do.
Somewhere between a friend and acquaintance—a frequaintance, as it were.
We all just took the bookstore at its word, because if you couldn't trust a bookstore, what could you trust?
I've given him more mixed signals than a dyslexic Morse code operator.
Wold domination is exhausting and cliche. People ought to just focus on being individual responsible citizens of the earth instead of assholes.
This must be part of Mother Nature's master plan—making these boys so irresistibly cute, in such a naughty way, that the purity of their intentions becomes irrelevant.
When is the night over? Is it the start of sunrise or the end of it? Is it when you finally go to sleep or simply when you realize that you have to?
You bookish little pervert.
