"Sleep is good, he said, And books are better."
"Crying is all right in its way while it lasts. But you have to stop sooner or later, and then you still have to decide what to do."
"Isn’t it odd how much fatter a book gets when you’ve read it several times?” Mo had said…”As if something were left between the pages every time you read it. Feelings, thoughts, sounds, smells…and then, when you look at the book again many years later, you find yourself there, too, a slightly younger self, slightly different, as if the book had preserved you like a pressed flower…both strange and familiar."
"Thanks. It has pockets!"
i don’t think anyone actually likes me
when u pass by mcdonalds and your mom just looks at u and says “no”
(Source: alcoholicmother, via cumfort)