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“. . . when you go out into the world, it is best to hold hands and stick together.”
Full helpings of angst and raging hormones, leave very few unscathed.
“The problem with not choosing forgiveness is you’re the one who’s trapped. You can’t forgive someone else’s mistakes, so you end up hurt and angry. And those both turn too easily into mistakes of your own.”
Opposable thumbs and the need to solve problems—they’re what separate us from the common beast.
there are two seasons, winter and baseball—knew
“Keep your lips to yourself. Lay off the whiskey. And, don’t mistake me for one of your playthings ever again.”
I wondered what that would feel like, being stuck between want and need. Knowing you needed to search for what came next, but not wanting to say goodbye to where you’d always been.
“Sometimes I feel like . . . like I only really breathe when I’m with you.”
“You’ll always be my girl. I’m gonna make fucking sure of it.”
I’ve always believed that each one of us has a path. Our job is to wander down it. The whole way. Without getting distracted by shortcuts or bogged down by obstacles. Ash, you can’t let someone else stop you from moving forward, from finding where you fit into the world. You’re not wandering right now. You’re standing still.”
“You can’t waste yourself away, waiting for him to figure things out.”
Old habits don’t die. They wither on the vine. Flaccid and remorseful, they lie dormant till they find a shocking rebirth at the most annoying freaking moment.
