Everything doesn’t seem like anything when you love someone. Especially when you’re young.
E. LOCKHARTA tomato may be a fruit, but it is a singular fruit. A savory fruit. A fruit that has ambitions far beyond the ambitions of other fruits.
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Someone once wrote that a novel should deliver a series of small astonishments. I get the same thing spending an hour with you.
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I sit around too much, waiting for other people to do stuff and angsting about stuff they’ve done, without doing anything myself.
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It shattered something inside me that hadn’t been broken before.
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A tomato may be a fruit, but it is a singular fruit. A savory fruit. A fruit that has ambitions far beyond the ambitions of other fruits.
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You are my girlfriend,” whispered Matthew. ” You’re my girl and I’m your guy, and you’re my girl and I’m your guy. Let’s not fight.” -pg 126
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How was I supposed to concentrate on my mental health when my therapist was encased in orange sparkle madness?
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Love is when you have a really amazing piece of cake, and it’s the very last piece, but you let him have it.
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My problem is I can think whatever I think-girl power, solidarity, Gloria Steinem rah rah rah – but I still feel the way I feel. Which is jealous. And pissy about little things.
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Always do what you’re afraid to do. … I will prove myself strong when they think I am sick. I will prove myself brave when they think I am weak.
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If you don’t want to be in an argument with someone, it is probably best to try to solve the problem, rather than lying around hoping the other person will do it for you.
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And this is my life, getting dumped with no warning. Or liking people who don’t like me back, or who don’t like me enough, or not as much as they like someone else.
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These guys, they were so sure of their places in life–so deeply confident of their merit and their future–they didn’t need any kind of front at all.
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I looked at her. my lovely, tall mother with her pretty coil of hair and her hard, bitter mouth. Her veins were never open. Her heart never leapt out to flop helplessly on the lawn. She never melted into puddles. She was normal. Always. At any cost.
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Love is when you give someone else the power to destroy you, and you trust them not to do it.
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Always do what you’re afraid to do.
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