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That computer is my rabbit hole; the internet is my wonderland. I am only allowed to fall into it when it doesn’t matter if I get lost.
My parents wonder why I don’t have more friends, and this is why: because I don’t want to be friends with these people.
I’ve always wondered what it would be like to be the person whose color comes through even when standing still. To be someone so vibrant, others can’t help but notice you.
My voice comes up from some black reserve of courage inside me, a place usually saved for speech class, or going to the dentist on my own.
a lot of people move slow because they meander, like they don’t know where they’re going, or don’t want to get there.
“Good exercise,” aka the actual worst phrase in the English language next to “wake up” and “all the eggs are gone.”
The monster, though, is smart. It’s always watching, and when I am completely sure of myself, it unchains the doubt and lets it run wild.
People are too much sometimes. Friends, acquaintances, enemies, strangers. It doesn’t matter; they all crowd. Even if they’re all the way across the room, they crowd.
It is amazing how much you can learn when you keep your mouth shut.
“Do you ever have an idea for a story, or a character, or even a line of dialogue or something, and suddenly it seems like the whole world is brighter? Like everything opens up, and everything makes sense?”
“I think that’s why they call it a breakthrough. It cracks you open and lets light in.”
there are monsters out in the world, but usually the worst monsters live inside us.
“How can you be mad that something doesn’t happen, when it would hurt another person?
we all need something that lets us go a little numb.
How can I want something so badly but become so paralyzed every time I even think about taking it?
If something seemed too difficult for us, it was all the more reason to try.
I don’t want to spend my life doing something I hate. If you know what you’re meant to do, if you know what you love, why not do that?
It’s not that I don’t like the outdoors. It’s that I don’t see the point of the outdoors when there’s so much I could be doing indoors.
the truth has a way of holding on. Truth is the worst monster, because it never really goes away.
The things you care most about are the ones that leave the biggest holes.
Nature doesn’t care if we feel so heavy we might sink into the ground and never be able to pull ourselves out again. Nature doesn’t care who I am, online or off, and it doesn’t mind if I need to lie here for a while.
Broken people don’t hide from their monsters. Broken people let themselves be eaten.
We create art for many reasons—wealth, fame, love, admiration—but I find the one thing that produces the best results is desire.
Like life, what gives a story its meaning is the fact that it ends. Our stories have lives of their own—and it’s up to us to make them mean something.
