Status Updates From The Mysteries of Pittsburgh

I felt happy— or some weak, pretty feeling centered in my stomach, brought on by beer— at the sight of the fading blue sky tormented at its edges with heat lightning… but it was a happiness so much like sadness that the next moment I hung my head

’Never say love is like anything,’ said Cleveland. ‘It isn’t.’

repeating the words “Excuse me” so many times without getting a response that I started to feel genuinely inexcusable
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cant focus

John Green said it changed his life in high school. Read on the commute from guelph to kipling station. Written like the future. or maybe like the present as related to todays future.

Haven’t read this book since my freshman year at Carnegie Mellon, this is my original copy which I’m fairly certain is a first printing that I got at a bookstore on South Craig.