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“Atticus, he was real nice.…” “Most people are, Scout, when you finally see them.” —To Kill a Mockingbird, Harper Lee
Remembering people is like this superpower everyone seems to have but me.
What if there is no heaven and you never see your mom again?
They couldn’t know that once I make up my mind about something, I’m going to do it. And I’d made up my mind to eat.
until I’m waiting my turn at the entrance, opening my bag so that the guard can check it, walking through metal detectors,
Mmm good school things :/
“If I want to carry a purse, I’m going to carry it. I’m not going to not carry it just because they don’t like it.”
Now Luke’s in prison too, and you don’t want to know why.
As long as I’m with her I’m safe. I’m safe. I’m safe.
and I float out of there like I’m full of helium.
If I were Bailey Bishop, I wouldn’t even look for me to see where I’d gone off to. I would just run and run and run.
I think how much simpler life was when I couldn’t leave the house.
If I fall on my face, I fall on my face, but at least I’ve done it.”
“You know, having you out in the world again is harder than I thought.”
3. Me. I’d rather not lose me.
Nothing will ever be okay again, not in the same way, but I’m getting used to it.
And for the first time in a long time, I feel normal, weird as that sounds. We feel normal.
Wherever the ache is coming from—my heart, my stomach—the food isn’t reaching it.
Real
When my mom went away, I went empty too. Like all of me just flooded out and disappeared. In the hospital, I held her hand until my grandmother came in, and my dad, and the rest of my family. All of them sweet and loving and brokenhearted, but none of them like my mom. Not even all together. They didn’t begin to add up to her.
“If everyone who had something to say about me spent as much time on, I don’t know, practicing kindness or developing a personality or a soul, imagine how lovely the world would be.”
making things out of thin air is what centers me, like the way other people turn to yoga or morphine.
It’s exhausting, constantly having to search for the people you love.
You never really understand a person until you consider things from his point of view … Until you climb inside of his skin and walk around in it …
I am here in my garden, and the world has stopped, and my heart has stopped, and I am all alone.
see that these are six copies of the same book, We Have Always Lived in the Castle by Shirley Jackson, although the bindings are different. I think, She must really love that book.
If you try to carry everything around all the time, pretty soon you end up flat on your back in bed, too big to get up or even turn over.
Also, he has parents. I doubt he knows what it’s like to lose someone he loves.
Sometimes I want to close my eyes and forget that I can see.
I seem to constantly lose the people I love.”
“I won’t be here forever.” No one ever is.
Last night she was here. This morning she was here. Now she’s gone, and not for a few days, but forever.
How can something so final happen in an instant? No preparation. No warning. No chance to do all the things you planned to do. No chance to say goodbye.”
But I’m alive. I’m here. We never know how long we have. We’re never guaranteed tomorrow. I could die right now, right here. It could be over in an instant.
Maybe this is where we stay. Right here in this small radius where it’s safe. Maybe we can just stay right here, safe like this, forever.
According to him, it’s always about the face. Only about the face. Because the face is a road map of life.
Her hair is down and lit up by the sun. I can see beauty.
Lewis Carroll was rumored to be prosopagnosic. The next time you read Alice in Wonderland, you might see the clues
And now my heart is nowhere on earth to be found. I can see it as it bypasses the moon and the stars and goes blasting into another galaxy.
It’s okay to be happy,
It’s okay to let yourself enjoy the good times.
Tonight could be the night. My Pauline Potter work-off-the-weight sex night. Jack Masselin, you just might be my first.
Lmao gigling
I’m taking you to the moon and back, and while we’re up there, I’m going to collect the stars for you so that you can keep them.
Being out in the world with her is different from being alone with her.
Two broken, lonely people who maybe aren’t so broken or lonely anymore.
I think what an amazing world this would be if we all danced everywhere we went.
But here’s the thing—Merricat poisoned her entire family. The only crime I committed was being fat.
Our bodies are wondrous, miraculous things, and we shouldn’t ever feel ashamed of them!
But why should what I weigh affect other people? I mean, unless I’m sitting on them, who cares?
Life is too short to judge others. It is not our job to tell someone what they feel or who they are.
It’s easy to give everyone what they want. What’s expected. The problem with doing this is you lose sight of where you truly begin and where the fake you, the one who tries to be everything to everyone, ends.
There’s not enough air left, and I picture us all laid out like cult followers after a mass suicide.
