Smiling is confusing, she thought. This is why I dont do it
Why do I write?
To be somewhere else
To get free of ourselves
To stop being anything or anywhere at all
You looked like the girl I loved.
Because being assaulted with maxi pads is a great way to win friends and influence people.
Eleanor had never thought about killing herself – ever – but she thought a lot about stopping.
You are very kind,” he said. “Very wrong, but very kind.
I always knew he was selfish and self-indulgent and kind of lazy; those are practically prerequisites for playing lead guitar.
Not this in-between thing that Levi had, where his brain could catch the words but couldn’t hold on to them.
Only whack jobs apply for the night shift
Park stood up when she got to their row, and as soon as she sat down, he took her hand and kissed it. It happened so fast, she didn’t have time to die of ecstasy or embarrassment.