Is that your subtle way of saying you missed me last week?" "I've missed my hot chocolate. I just think of you as the guy who brings it to me. Sometimes I forget your name and call you hot chocolate guy.
So Caymen..." "So, Xander..." "Like the islands." "What?" "Your name. Caymen. Like the Cayman Islands. Is that your mom's favourite place to visit or something?" "No, it's her third favourite place. I have an older brother named Paris and an older sister named Sydney." "Wow." He opens the bag, takes out a muffin, and hands it to me. The top glistens with sprinkled sugar. "Really?" I gently unwrap it. "No.
I wonder why some people seem to be born knowing what they want to do with their lives and others - mostly me - have no idea.
This is me facing failure. This is me putting everything on the line even though I know I might lose. And I'm terrified. But like you said, anything worth having is worth the risk.
If you’re recording notes for an official record, I’d like the word ‘very’ stricken and replaced with ‘exceptionally.
My older brother, Lucas, is twenty and away at college." "Those are pretty normal names." "Normal?" "No Chets or Wellingtons or anything." He raises one eyebrow. "Do you know any Wellingtons?" "Of course not, but you probably do." "No, actually I don't.
A week ago someone warned me not to buy the blueberry muffins at Eddie's, but I didn't listen and bought them anyway. Now at odd hours I get these insatiable cravings." "They're laced with addictive substances.
Growing up, I never felt deprived. I was always happy. It seems only lately I've started seeing everything I didn't have.
...You know the difference between a 'boy friend' and a 'boyfriend'." I roll my eyes with a smile. "Yeah, yeah." "Just a little space,"...
I’d rather not see their eyes. Eyes can say so much. Theirs say, ‘I want to steal your soul so don’t turn your back on us.
This is like the calm after the storm. Everything has settled, and even though it left destruction in its wake, you know the worst is over.
Feelings, my dear daughter, you will perhaps learn one day, can be the most costly thing in the universe.
I wonder why some people seem to be born knowing what they want to do with their lives and others—mostly me—have no idea.