Reading the book isn’t helping either. I don’t know. I’m just thinking too fast. Much too fast.
This is happening. I am here and I am looking at her. And she is so beautiful. I can see it. This one moment when you know you’re not a sad story, You are alive. And you stand up and see the lights on buildings and everything that makes you wonder, When you were listening to that song on that drive with the people you love most in this world.
And in this moment, I swear, we are infinite.
I am writing to you because she said you listen and understand and didn’t try to sleep with that person at that party even though you could have.
Nadie en mi familia es rico, pero parece que todos ahorran lo necesario para este tipo de eventos, y todos fingimos que somos ricos por un día.
It is now my favorite book of all times, but then again, I always think that until I read another book.
nothing like a sore stomach for right reasons
I thought about him going into my mom’s room when she as little and holding up her report card and saying that her bad grades would never happen again. And I think now that maybe he meant my older brother. Or my sister. Or me. That he would make sure that he was the last one to work in a mill.
A lot of parents make you feel vert awkward when you meet them.
I mean it’s not like in the movies where girls like assholes or anything like that. It’s not that easy. They just like somebody that can give them a purpose.
More like the movie where the guy meets a smart girl who wears a lot of sweaters and drinks cocoa. They talk about books and issues and kiss in the rain.