People say you fall in love, but fall is such a sad word when you think about it. Falls are never good. You fall on the ground, you fall behind, you fall to your death. Whoever was the first person to say they fell in love must have already fallen out of it. Otherwise, they'd have called it something much better.
There was before you and there was during you. For some reason, I never thought there would be an after you.
Reading is a hobby, but for some of us, it's an escape from the difficulties we face. To all of you who escape into books, I want to thank you for escaping into this one.
We're all just a bunch of sad people doing what we have to do to make it until tomorrow.
Happiness isn't some permanent thing we're all trying to achieve in life, it's merely a thing that shows up every now and then, sometimes in tiny doses that are just substantial enough to keep us going.
Maybe the best way to cope with the loss of the people we love is to find them in as many places and things as we possibly can.
No matter how much you love someone, you can still do despicable things to them.
So, you decide right now, right here. Are you gonna live in your sadness or are you gonna die in it?
In a matter of a few weeks, I went from hating you to liking you to wanting the world for you, so forgive me if those feelings sometimes overlap.
He smells like limes and bad decisions.
How many losses can one person take before they just throw in the f*cking towel, Scotty? Because it sure is starting to feel like I'm all out of wins, here.
Crying seems to be the only thing left in life that I'm good at. Crying and making bad decisions.
Sometimes I wonder if we're all born with equal amounts of good and evil. What if no one person is more or less malevolent than another, and that we all just release our bad at different times, in different ways?