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All I know is I make sense to me- it's other people who seem complicated.

Normal is an ideal. But it’s not reality. Reality is brutal, it’s beautiful, it’s every shade between black and white, and it’s magical. Yes, magical. Because every now and then, it turns nothing into something.

If you like someone, you tell the truth because that, to me, is respect. If you hate someone, you tell them the truth because what do you have to lose?

Why was it considered normal for a girl to live for fashion and makeup, but not car engines or bugs? And what about sports fanatics? My mom had a boyfriend who would flip out if he missed even a minute of a football game. Wouldn't that be what doctors considered autistic behavior?

If you don't care, don't ask me how I am. Chances are, I don't care how you are, either. And it's not because I don't respect you or think you're loser. I just don't know you well enough to care yet. So, let's pass each other in silence and go on with our lives.

I guess music is your drug of choice.

Why was the world so obsessed with sameness?

She knows her place in this world. She can tear down its walls, and still nobody knows her name. - Naomi

There are certain moments in life you can't miss.

I'd been preparing myself to apologize. Forgive and forget, as Mom says. "Fuck you," I said.

Everything you say is worthwile to me. Even when you don't let me finish a sentence.

I love who you are. Because you accept me for who I am. You make me laugh, sometimes even at myself. And you make me happy.

You smell like a concert.