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336 pages, Paperback
First published May 1, 2011
I want to stop running away from everything.
I want to find something to run toward.
And she told me when I was suspended in the air for just a moment, I looked like a bird flying out of its cage.
Maybe that was what she wanted all along. To be set free.
There is so much beauty in just existing. In being alive.
I don’t want to miss a second.
Life goes on, I’m going on, even without her. Not every day hurts. Not every breath hurts.
Maybe that’s all we can really ask for.
"Some people think that a place can save them [...] like if they could just be somewhere else, their lives would be totally different. They could finally be the people they always wanted to be. But for me, a place is just a place. If you really want things to change, you can make them change no matter where you are. [...] Does that make sense?"
"I wasn't interested in being like June, and I definitely didn't want to live in June's shadow. Even if mine was less impressive, at least it was my own."
"Deciding to kiss Jake is like standing on the edge of a pool, staring down and wanting to take the leap, but fearing how cold the water will be. I hold my breath and jump."
It's just nice, I guess. Knowing that someone else can put into words what I feel. That there are people who have been through things worse than I have, and they come out on the other side okay. Not only that, but they made some kind of twisted, fucked-up sense of the completely senseless. They made it mean something. These songs tell me I'm not alone. If you look at it at that way, music... music can see you through anything.
"She created this papier-mâché Jesus - except it's Jesus as a woman - and there are high heels instead of nails through the hands. And there's a tampon stuffed in Jesus' mouth."
"I can't believe you saw me puke," I groan pulling the blankets over my head.
"It was a lovely moment," he says drily. "Now there's a band name for you - the Lovely Pukes."
I poke my head back out to shoot him a withering look. "How about the Shut the Fuck Ups?"
"The Toilet Huggers."
"The Imminent Castrations."
"Yes, with out debut album - Lorena Bobbitt, How Could You."