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1 " I mean imagine that shit. You bust your ass as a single parent, and your kid treats the absentee parent like a rock star. But love is like water and it slides over the smooth places. Sinks into the cracks. "
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2 " We are all little snow globes that are getting shaken too hard. We're getting unglued. Cracked. The water is spilling out and none of us know if we can breathe actual air. "
3 " You want the answer to who you are to be multiple choice, fool? The answer is a three-part essay question. And remember, there is NO time limit. "
4 " Is happiness just bait to lure you through long life? Can happiness have longetivity? Or is it like bubble gum? You chew on it, suck all the sweetness out. Someone bursts your bubble, or you blow too big a bubble and end up with it stuck all over your face. "
5 " The way I see it, love is just like your period. One day you're bleeding out of nowhere and it hurts, and that mess goes on for mostly the rest of your life. "
6 " Maybe life isn't a novel all the time. Where we're always trying to see what happens in the end. Maybe sometimes it's poetry. Every syllable of living counts. "
7 " Hell is now. Saying it happens later is a power play. "
8 " Maybe life isn't a novel all the time. Where we're aways trying to see what happens in the end. Maybe sometimes it's poetry. Every syllable of living counts. "
9 " Emptiness isi the fullest thing there is. "
10 " I mean the poetry of differential calculus. Calculating points in time and place. The infinite movement we make in time, moving forward, but never eating zero. Integral caucus, where we don't head to zero -- we head to fucking infinity, man. Get as close as we can. But again we never get there. Because in nature we never get an absolute. Absolutes are bullshit. "
11 " I need to be happy. Happiness the best complication there is. "
12 " I don’t know what scares me more, falling in love with someone or my mother finding out. "
13 " Mornings to me are like holy water to the devil. "
14 " My heart feels like a car on a full tank getting pumped with gas. All it would take is one match. I’m panicked. Normally, I know what that means. My hypothalamus is trying to take over. The flight-or-fight response wants to kick in. But what do you call the opposite? Flying toward something in a panic? Shit, I feel like a bird about to hit a windowpane. I need to retreat. BREATHE. "
