Meaning of Books so special and rare and yours that advertising your affection feels like a betrayal. :John Green
I think about my mother singing after lunch on a Summer afternoon, twirling in blue dress across the floor of her dressing room”
We all love Cory. He’s our garbage man. Tonight he was just doing what he does for us all the time. The guy never stops.
I was made to be a perfectionist at everything I did. Everything was more important than what I wanted.
She looked down at her bulging veins and she remembered the most important thing that she had forgotten – she was alive.