One of Us Is Next

I don’t understand why the world insists on stuffing kids into boxes we never asked for, and then gets mad when we won’t stay there.

Holding on to resentment is like drinking poison and waiting for the other person to die.

We’re endgame.” I wipe a stray tear from the corner of my eye. “What does that mean?” “It means that we’ll wind up together eventually. It might take a year for us to sort everything out, or two, or ten. Whatever. But it’ll happen.

But you can’t change the past, you know? All you can do is try harder next time. So don’t give up on yourself just yet.

Good thing life is long and high school is short

How do you make that choice?" I ask almost to myself. "Between what you need and what you want?" I feel like my sister's going through her own version of that. Kris's eyes are on Cooper, too. "You hope they become the same thing, I guess.

People who never get told no are so bad at hearing it.

Who do you want to be? The guy who goes along or the guy who stands up? This is the time to decide.

Sometimes, you don't know what you want until you see it.

No matter how much you care about someone, things change when they used to be around all the time an then suddenly, they're not.

We’re like the Kardashians, except without any money.

love and hope and beauty still exist, even when things seem impossibly dark.

Addy gives me hope, because even though her life fell apart when Simon’s blog revealed her worst mistake, she put things back together–better than before. She’s stronger, happier, and much closer to her sister. Addy is the queen of second chances, and right now I really need the reminder that those exist.

It sucks when the person who ruined your life gets to walk around like always. As if what they did doesn’t matter. I beg to disagree with your conclusion, though. There’s always something you can do.—Darkestmind

At this moment, I’ve never wanted to do anything as much as I want to grab his face and kiss every inch of it.

I can’t stop thinking about how rare it is to have someone you can be completely real with, even when things get raw and uncomfortable and a little scary. Especially then.

It's not nerdy to care about fonts!

I'm just wondering if you're familiar with this thing called outside? It has sun and fresh air, or so I've heard." "Pure rumor and speculation," I say. "Doesn't exist.

People like to think they're open-minded, but if you toss a tired gender stereotype on their path they'll run with it every time.

My sisters treated me like a living doll for years, carrying me around so much that I didn’t bother learning to walk until I was almost two.

If you could be anyhwere in five years, doing anything at all, what would you pick?

I think the two of them are the real deal. She‘s still the one he wants. She‘ll probably always be the one he wants

The justice system works very differently when you’re white, male, rich, and good-looking.

People get very angry when police officers are accused of a crime, but that anger is often displaced toward the accuser or the victim. The conflict between obedience to authority and personal conscience is well documented.

And the way he made me laugh when i thought I‘d forgotten how.

How do you make that choice?” I ask, almost to myself. “Between what you need and what you want?

I hate department stores. They're too bright, too loud, and too crammed full of junk that nobody needs. Whenever I'm forced to spend time in one I start thinking about how consumer culture is just one long, expensive, planet-killing distraction from the fact that we're all going to die eventually.

If I ever actively chose somebody instead of just letting myself get pulled into whatever orbit will have me.

Listen, Maeve. You don’t have to worry about Bronwyn and me. We’re endgame.