You'll Be the Death of Me

You can be right in principle and still wrong in approach.

Nobody should be that good at so many different things. It doesn’t build character.

Silence falls as we get lost in our own regrets.

Here's the thing about powerhouse people: you have no idea how much they take on until they can't do it anymore.

We all make mistakes, right? And almost never see the fallout coming.

But are people supposed to abandon potential soul mates just because of a few socially constructed complications?

That I preferred extreme failure to admitting I needed help. Which is a problem, isn’t it?

You can be right in principle and still wrong in approach,

Oh, I have big plans. Netflix, ice cream, cutting Gabe out of all my pictures and burning his head. It’s gonna be a whole thing.

anyone at this company that their branding is a lot more serial killer than helpful kitchen service?

ignore him, because once was more than enough to make a few things obvious. One, Dale Hawkins is every bit the hack my father always said he was. Two, Emily is a better friend than I deserve. And three, I should’ve texted her back way before now.

Plus, my parents have great insurance, and savings, and all those other things Henry talks about when he’s trying to convince me that I should get a business degree alongside an art degree. You need a safety net, he always says.

My wunderkind brother, who skipped a grade and is currently outshining me in every aspect of our senior year, would have been the logical choice.

Are you guys even real?

I hope so,” I say, chewing the inside of my cheek. “Ceramics class, my ass. That anonymous tip has to be about her. I never got anywhere near Boney.

It’s normal for people to grow apart when they reach high school, I guess, and it’s not like our friend breakup was some big, dramatic thing.

I'm starting to think he's turned into the kind of guy who'd do whatever someone says and not ask questions, just so he could fell like he's part of something.

Once you've been through a hostage situation with someone, you might as well be on a first-name basis.

Here’s the thing about powerhouse people: you have no idea how much they take on until they can’t do it all anymore.

He has that determined Mateo look I remember from the tail end of our friendship, when his dad hit the road to ‘find himself’ as a roadie for a Grateful Dead cover band. Like Mateo had finally realized he’d been letting a useless person dictate half his life, so he was going to have to step up, and—oh. Oh, ok. I’ve become the useless person that Mateo has to compensate for.

I’m not saying it’s my fault,” Ma interrupts. “I’m saying I recognize I’ve modeled some unhealthy behaviors for the two of you. And that stops now.” She leans forward, her face becoming more animated.

well-lit house deters break-ins,” Mom says, like we don’t live on a street where the closest thing we’ve ever witnessed to a criminal act is kids riding bicycles without a helmet

That wasn’t the first time a buffoon has been handed an office he doesn’t deserve, and it won’t be the last. All you can do is hold your head high.

I half expect my father to inquire about our dachshund, Mila, before he gets to me.

I’m starting to think he’s turned into the kind of guy who’d do whatever someone says and not ask questions, just so he could feel like he’s part of something.