The Fill-In Boyfriend

We rarely find a depth by looking inside of ourselves for it. Depth is found in what we can learn from the people and things around us. Everyone, everything, has a story, Gia. When you learn those stories, you learn experiences that fill you up, that expand your understanding. You add layers to your soul.

Well, if you're a mess then I'm a natural disaster." "The cutest natural disaster I've ever seen.

Hayden?" "Yes,Gia?" "Nothing I just wanted to say your name

Chin up. There are other fish in the sea. It's a big ocean. Sometimes we need to catch and release a few before we find the keeper.

I don't like the words 'I'm fine'. My mom tells me those two words are the most-frequently-told lie in the English lenguage.

I like it when you're not perfect.

You know what we’ve succeeded in doing with this game?” “What’s that?” “Increasing the anticipation.” He laughed. “I know, right? Can I just be fill-in Bradley forever?

How is selfworth measured today? By the amount of likes a post gets, by how many friends we collect, by how many retweets we accumulate? Do we even know what we really think until we post our thoughts online and let others tell us if they are worthy?

Should we play Twenty Questions?" "How would that work in this situation?" "I could try to guess your preferences." "My preferences in a kiss?" I nodded, our faces still very close together. "My preference is simple—you.

Stop worrying about someone else's feelings for once and worry about your grade.

I can pay you." He raised his eyebrows. "I'm sure there are services for that.Maybe you can try calling 1-800-HOOKERS or something?" "You know the number well?

I threw the baseball I held after all. Not hard and it didn’t even hit him but it almost did. His eyes went wide with surprise. “So you weren’t really offering me a target?” He gave a small laugh. “I didn’t think you’d take me up on it.

The Odd Couple. Is this that one where the one guy is a mess and the other is a neat freak?” “Yes, it is.” “And you are?” “A mess.” Then he looked at the book in my hands. “Oh, you mean in the play? I’m the neat freak. Felix.

I never wanted anyone to have this much power over my emotions again. It was safer to keep to myself, to keep things on the surface. Things ended better that way.

I never get mad when people hear my name wrong because I think to myself, Maybe they have hearing issues, excess earwax or something.

Mocking someone else to make us seem deep or intelligent only proves the exact opposite.

I wanted him to like me because as much as I'd tried, I could no longer deny the fact that I liked him.

He looked at the cash siting there "What's that for?" I made myself smile "A good time.

I've been thinking", Jules said Never a good thing I thought

The seen, the known, dissolve in iridescence, become illusive flesh of light that was not, was, forever is.

I don’t know. I love my friends, but yes, I’m discovering that they don’t know me very well. It’s not their fault, though. I’ve never let them. I’ve never really known myself.

I was humiliated for the girl with the social media addiction. The girl addicted to the validation of strangers. She didn't even know what she thought until someone told her what to think. She didn't even know who she was.

Isn’t that part of being a teenager? Discovering who we are? Who we want to be?

Unlike Bec and I, Hayden didn’t yell anything angry, but the speed at which his ball hit the glass made me think that maybe he did have a few demons.

I hope so because otherwise I’m really far behind.” “I think you know yourself better than you think.

Do we even know what we really think until we post our thoughts online and let others tell us if they are worthy?

we rarely find the depth by looking inside of ourselves for it. depth is found in what we can learn from the people and things around us

I like weird. Normal is so boring.