That’s all you can do in this world, no matter how strong the current beats against you, or how heavy your burden, or how tragic your love story. You keep going.
If everything really does get better, the way everyone claims, then happiness should be graphable. But that’s crap, because better isn’t quantifiable.
And the thing about trying to cheat death is that, in the end, you still lose.
I love that there’s such a rivalry. It’s like, leaf water versus bean water, ya know? – Charlie
I didn’t realise you’d ridden here on your high horse
..pain can’t be taken away. It has to leave on its own. And I wasn’t sure mine was the type of pain that wanted to go away.
It’s strange how can lose things that are still right there. How a barrier can go up at any moment, trapping you on the other side, keeping you from what you want. How the things that hurt the most are things we once had.
We’re living tragedies, just passing time ’til our funerals.
And I realized that there’s a big difference between deciding to leave and knowing where to go.
We mourn the future because it’s easier than admitting that we’re miserable in the present.
I wondered what things what things became when you no longer needed them, and I wondered what the future would hold once we’d gotten past our personal tragedies and proven them ultimately survivable.
It was like Latham: sometimes the point wasn’t being the best, because it didn’t mean you had the best life, or the best friends, or the best time.
How many beers do y’all think it takes before one internationally scientist turns to another and says, ‘Dude, bet you twenty bucks I can levitate a frog with a magnet?’ ‘ Sam drawled.
Fine! You guys can all be beautiful snowflakes! I’m gonna go over here and be an awkward snowflake!
But at the last minute, I turned left, because I never had before, and because I had time to go down a different road.
I climbed into my car and started to head home, my visor down against the glare of the sun. But at the last minute, I turned left, because I never had before, and because I had time to go down different road.
Why do they even call it that, “saving yourself”? Like we need to be rescued from sex? It’s not like virgins spend their whole lives engaged in the sacred ceremony of “being saved” from intercourse.
And so she ghosted on, in relentless pursuit of escape, not from society, but from herself.
Still here, Faulkner?” Luke sneered.”Still doing that terrible impression of Draco Malfoy?” I asked.
Maybe I’d already guessed that the physics of us didn’t defy any laws of gravity, and with her, there was always an equal and opposite reaction.