YOU GUYS. I CRIED. I NEVER CRY OVER BOOKS. So yes. I recommend this book. It's beautiful. It's heartbreaking. Read it. So basically there is this girl that no one likes. And there is this boy that everyone is just 'eh' about and they begin to have feelings for each other. She has a confusing awful home life and his is pretty great. Then life turns even more sour and stuff goes down. Read it to find out more!

I want to be cool and edgy. I want to have a cool thing like read books by really smart people. I want to be able to quote cool quoted from musical artists and books. I want to be dark and mysterious. I want to be funny and outgoing. I want to be able to stay on track of what I'm talking about. I want to put all this into words but no one will read this anyways. But I can't be, cause that's not me. I bright and sometimes giggly. I read really, really girly annoying books that when you ask me the title of the book or the author. I won't tell you out of embarrassment. I get really jealous of all those around me that are what I wish I could be.

"Hug it out bitch." That is what men say to each other after a fight. They hug it out. And in doing so, they just let it go. And walk away, and they’re done.

Every girl deserves a Jim Halpert.

So, I was in the car today and saw someone with the license plate “X0DUS3 5”, so I thought it was like Exodus 3:5 and I looked it up, and do you know what it said?

"Do not come any closer."

So does Nebraska always smell like cow turd and urine...?

We read in bed because reading is halfway between life and dreaming, our own consciousness in someone else’s mind.

Anna Quindlen, How Reading Changed My Life (via wordsnquotes)

"I'm like Jojo the idiot circus boy with a pretty new pet. [Reaches down and picks up a dinner roll] Tommy: Now the pet is my possible sale. Hello there pretty little pet, I love you. And then I stoke it, and I pet it, and I massage it. Hehe I love it, I love my little naughty pet. [Pokes the roll playfully] Tommy: You're naughty! And then I take my naughty pet and I go... [makes ripping noises as he tears apart the roll] Tommy: [Wailing loudly, making the whole restaurant look] Uuuuuuh! I killed it! I killed my sale! And that's when I blow it. That's when people like us have gotta forge ahead, Helen. Am I right? Helen: God, you're sick."

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