And Nate? You kiss like a slobbering dog, you have bad breath, and you wouldn’t know how to punch the right buttons on a girl if we came with manuals. Happy Thanksgiving, Jackass.
I look at the hundreds of algebra problems facing me in the next three days.And here I thought I’d figured out the equation to my happiness.
I wouldn’t change a thingBecause all those things led me tothis placeAnd to you
I remembered reading somewhere that if you smile at something, it automatically makes you happier.
I’m an idiot for thinking that one performance would change anything.Maybe I should stop writing songs and start writing fiction.
Because sometimes silence speaks much louder than words possibly could.
So …” Jack clears his throat. “We …”Is Jack Coombs at a loss for words? I guess we don’t have to worry about the performance since the world is clearly going to end.
It was pretty cool to have someone around here who didn’t like the same things as everybody else.
If you don’t have any feelings for Will Darcy, why are you blushing and fixing your hair?
Some memories were harder to forget than others. Especially the painful ones.
Silence fell between us. This was a common occurrence whenever we’re alone. When you’re comfortable with someone, you don’t need to always fill the void with noise. I liked it when we would just be.
It’s very easy to get a boy to leave the room.It’s much harder to get him to leave your thoughts.
And anything that might hurt me would just make me stronger in the end.
We’ve been focusing so much on getting there that we haven’t been enjoying the ride
You’ve got to hide your love away. You can’t just hide your feelings. You have to destroy them. Kill them before they kill you.
Nobody wants to give up a weekend-long excuse to dress up and attempt to outshine one another.
I didn’t like having secrets. Secrets only ended up hurting people.
It’s the uncertainty of being accepted that creates the drama in our lives.
But that’s the thing with the what-if game– you really can never know the answer to the question. And maybe it’s better that way.
3) Saturday night is the official meeting night of Penny Lane’s Lonely Hearts Club. Attendance is mandatory. Exceptions are for family emergencies and bad hair days only.
Talking to them was like being placed into conversational purgatory, with no hope of being released without significant damage to one’s self-esteem.