nothing says im sorry like a tuna casserole
nothing says im sorry like a tuna casserole

I had learned before my CNA class that the body produced three kinds of tears, each with a unique chemical makeup. One of them was generated regularly to keep your eyes moist. The second sprang to life when the eye got something in it. The third happened when sadness built up inside you. The chemicals produced through depression were carried out of the body through these tears. You were crying your sadness out.

So I knew there was a scientific reason why I felt better after I cried.

Isabel, Sinner by Maggie Stiefvater

That should probably be an offensive workplace question, but it wasn’t. You can’t work with someone every day of your adult life and never talk to him about your PMS.

— Landline, by Rainbow Rowell

Best be quiet now, accept the change— morn comes tomorrow.
Newt, The Maze Runner
One Week Girlfriend by Monica Murphy

One Week Girlfriend by Monica Murphy

Looking for Alaska by John Green

Looking for Alaska by John Green

Paper Towns by John Green

Paper Towns by John Green

Paper Towns by John Green

Paper Towns by John Green

Paper Towns by John Green

Paper Towns by John Green

Yeah. I’m a big believer in random capitalization. The rules of capitalization are so unfair to words in the middle.
Paper Towns by John Green
Warm Bodies by Isaac Marion

Warm Bodies by Isaac Marion

I wonder if I’ve expressed anything at all with my halting, mumbled soliloquy. Are my words ever actually audible, or do they just echo in my head while people stare at me, waiting? I want to change my punctuation. I long for exclamation marks, but I’m drowning in ellipses.
Warm Bodies by Isaac Marion
What you are, I once was.
What I am, you will become

Warm Bodies by Isaac Marion

What you are, I once was.

What I am, you will become

Warm Bodies by Isaac Marion

How do you know who’s a stranger? That’s a kid for you. He can’t comprehend that people might be dangerous just because you haven’t met them yet. He’s probably got all sorts of sinister ideas about what a stranger is— a black, slouchy hat and raincoat, a scar on the cheek, long fingernails, shark teeth. But think about it— when you’re six years old, you haven’t met all that many people. It would be pretty mind-boggling to go around suspicious of ninety-nine percent of the populace.
The Spectacular Now by Tim Tharp
Sutter Keely, The Spectacular Now by Tim Tharp

Sutter Keely, The Spectacular Now by Tim Tharp

Where have I been all your life?
Sutter Keely, The Spectacular Now by Tim Tharp