Teenagers have more intense reading experiences because they've had fewer of them. It's like the first time you fall in love. You have a connection to that first person you fell in love with because it was so intense and unprecedented.
It looked like an old painting, but real - everything achingly idyllic in the morning light - and I thought about how wonderfully strange it would be to live in a place where almost everything had been built by the dead.
I have to tell you man, that my stalker meter is kind of registering in the red zone right now.
Does my eye look okay to you?
I'm a very introverted person. Nothing that's happened has changed that, but one of the reasons I write for teens is it's a real privilege to have a seat at the table in the lives of young people when they're figuring out what matters to them.
She did not need to fold into herself and self-destruct. Those awful things are survivable, because we are as indestructible as we believe ourselves to be. When adults say, "Teenagers think the hate invincible," with that sly, stupid smile on their faces, they don't know how right they are. We need
Okay is BURSTING with sensuality
Is that what relationships become? A reduced version of the hurt, nothing else let in. It was more than that. I know it was more than that.
I've never known before what it feels like to want someone - not to want to hook up with them or whatever, but to want them, to want them. And now I do. So maybe I do believe in epiphanies.
And then the line was quite but not dead. I almost felt like he was there in my room with me, but in a way it was better, like I was not in my room and he was not in his, but instead we were together in some invisible and tenuous third space that could only be visited on the phone.
Tiny Cooper is splayed out across the thin carpet, using his backpack as a pillow. Heâ€™s wearing skinny jeans, which look very much like denim sausage casings.
I'm not asexual. I'm arelationshipal.
We look back to the most important moment in our history, and that becomes the dividing line between what we were and what we are now.
And I wanted to tell her that the pleasure for me wasn't planning or doing or leaving; the pleasure was in seeing our strings cross and separate and then come back together.
You can't just make me different and then leave. You can't. You can't change me and make my whole life centered around you, then leave.
There's some people in this world who you can just love and love and love no matter what.
I believe humans have souls, and I believe in the conservation of souls.
When was the last good kiss you had?
I'm not saying that everything is survivable. Just that everything except the last thing is.
At least I carpe'd that one diem.
Ya gotta live somewhere, but also you GET to live somewhere.
It is worth it to leave behing my minor life for grander maybes -Miles "Pudge
Incidentally, did you know that the whole eight glasses a day thing is complete bullshit and has no scientific basis? So many things are like that. Everyone just assumes they're true, because people are basically lazy and incurious, which incidentally is one of those words that sounds like it wouldn
That feeling of finishedness does not come all at once, and it is not easily won, but I think once you get there it is hard to go back.
Colin did not laugh. Instead he thought, Tampons have strings? Why? Of all the major human mysteries - God, the nature of the universe, etc. - he knew the least about tampons. To Colin, tampons were a little bit like grizzly bears: he was aware of their existence, but he'd never seen on in the wild,
Oh, Wikipedia, with your tension between those who would share knowledge and those who would destroy it.
The tales of our exploits will survive as long as the human voice itself,' he said. 'And even after that, when the robots recall the human absurdities of sacrifice and compassion, they will remember us.
I shaved this morning for precisely that reason. I was like, 'Well, you never know when someone is going to clamp down on your calf and try to suck out the snake poison.
You used," he said, and then took a sharp breath, "to call me Augustus.
Entropy increases. Things fall apart.