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It’s easier to notice what’s important when you’re outside looking in.
“Mistakes have consequences, but they don’t have to break us.
He texted back, I’ll wear a clever disguise Then: wait my whole life is a clever disguise
his hairline was receding at the same rate as his childhood dreams.
wont,
Grown-ass Wednesday Addams, one day of the week earlier.
It happened then: the beginning of everything that would come after.
The only reason anyone called instead of emailing was because they wanted something they knew they had no business asking for.
It was a life without an organizing hunger, and it was slightly surprising—though maybe it shouldn’t have been—that the reward for achieving one’s goals wasn’t total satisfaction. It was a new, vague itch. For something else, something unknown and as yet unnamable.
am living for this ridiculousness,
“Can you—can you imagine? Is that pessimism? Is that—what is that?” And her mother said, “It’s a ritual. A rite. A motion to go through simply to move.”
“Sixty-nine, dudes.” “That’s not the number sixty-nine. That’s the astrological symbol for Cancer.” “Sure it is,” he said. “Filthy little crustaceans.”
His brain was getting progressively more bloody maryed, and so was Tuesday’s. He suspected it was making them both become more themselves. Therein lay the danger.
Thou shalt not gaslight. And thou shalt not condescend.
her eyes held something that wasn’t quite murder but close—manslaughter, maybe, or negligent homicide.
It was too early, and she was too undercaffeinated, for philosophy.
And nothing made her want a thing more than the threat of it being taken away.
Her first instinct was not to read the comments—the first rule of retaining whatever faith you had left in humanity was Never, ever read the comments—but she couldn’t help it.
She was twice as much as she usually was.
