Going Vintage

Adolescence is the same tragedy being performed again and again. The only things that change are the stage props.

You can't trust a guy showing off more cleavage than you.

I thought Oliver was trying hard before, but now I realize it's quite the opposite-- he doesn't try, he just is, makes up his mind and doesn't check if it's going to work for his image or come off wrong. Since the rest of us are being so self-aware, his presence seems calculated. No one can possibly be that breezy, saying what he thinks, feeling what he feels. I can see why people don't like him for this very reason-- it's so much easier to call him a poser. Because if he's the real deal, then that makes the rest of us fakes.

People laugh because they're nervous, or to cover up tension, or to flirt, or because there's some instant applause meter in their head telling them that it's the socially acceptable thing to do. Genuine laughter, I don't even think that happens daily.

I'm trying to abandon the present, but I don't even have the skills to master the past.

I like to lie sometimes. You should know that about me.

STAY CLOSE TO THE CHEESE.

President Oliver, stop staring at my sister and get on the float before I assassinate your butt!” Ginnie yells.

Because I like being around you.” He’s still looking out the window, and I wonder if he’s focusing on one object when he says this and what that object is. “I probably shouldn’t, but I do. And I can’t say why. I mean, I can think of a bunch of reasons why.” Like? Like? “But given … the obvious roadblock, I’m not sure how much we can get to know each other.” He rushes on. “As people, because you’re an interesting person and I value that in friendship. That’s seriously what I’m after, not that I’m after you and I’m not talking about, you know, ‘knowing’ each other. Like in a biblical way or anything, although you’re obviously pretty. I mean, very pretty and totally worth knowing both ways … Okay, shut it, Oliver. Shut it.

I’m sorry I kissed you.” “Don’t apologize!” “All right. Sorry.” “You don’t get all the blame. I was here too, you know. Do you think I just run around kissing any boy who drags me into a toolshed?” “No.” Oliver’s mouth twitches. “Do you have a lot of boys dragging you into toolsheds?

I like the feeling that I'm vital, that I matter on my own and not because of what others think.

My mother makes up for all shortcomings because she birthed Ginnie. I might not have loads of friends, but Ginnie is enough. More than enough.

He once wore the same T-shirt to school for forty-two days straight. Everyone speculated the reasoning behind the bright orange STAFF shirt—he was protesting unemployment, flipping off commercialization, going green. I think he just did it because he could. To say, “Hey, I’m Oliver Kimball, and when I wear a shirt every day, it’s a statement, but with anyone else, it’s a hygiene issue.

Remember that you don't have to forget what happened, but you can forget the pain.

He’s going to want an explanation,” I say. “An explanation? You don’t owe him anything. If you don’t want to talk to him, don’t. If you want to yell at him, do. If you want to slash his tires—“ “Ginnie.” “I was going to say don’t. Or do. Whatever helps.

Their relationship isn't perfect in a lot of ways, bit it's something real. And real should probably be the goal, not perfection. Every relationship is flawed; you just have to figure out how to make it work. Keep trying.

I want to live in a world free of air talkers and technological affairs. Is that too much to ask? My

I'm not thinking straight, or maybe I'm thinking too straight and not considering anyone else. That's what pain will do to a person.

Sometimes you think there is no way anyone has ever hurt like you have, that you'll never stop hurting, and then little by little you do, until it doesn't. Hurt. Not like it does now.

You can't trust a guy showing off more cleavage than you

Mallory, you want a freeze? I'm a glacier. You want slow? I'm a turtle. But I'll also be waiting by the phone every night, no matter how long it takes until you're ready. Scout's honour." - Oliver Kimball

It is a big deal. I know there are worse things happening in the world. I recognize how good I have it. After all, I’m sitting in my cozy home eating warm milk toast. But knowing something is different from feeling