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The most dangerous sicknesses are those that make us believe we are well.
The smell of oranges has always reminded me of funerals.
“You know you can’t be happy unless you’re unhappy sometimes, right?”
If it was on the news, it definitely isn’t true.
Maybe this is the secret to talking to boys—maybe you just have to be angry all the time.
The past is nothing but a weight.
He must be stupid or stubborn, because he doesn’t leave me alone.
Hate isn’t the most dangerous thing, he’d said. Indifference is.
