every morning i pray that the school bus will crash and we'll all die in a fiery wreck. then my mom will be able to sue the school bus company for never making school buses with seat belts, and she'll be able to get more money for my tragic death than i would've ever made in my tragic life. unless the lawyers from the school bus company can prove to the jury that i was guaranteed to be a fuckup. then they'd get away with buying my mom a used ford fiesta and call it even.
David LevithanMots clés will-grayson
If you start the day reading the obituaries, you live your day a little differently.
David LevithanMots clés love 9-11 living-life-to-the-fullest
If goodness can't come from bad things, it makes bad things unbearable.
David Levithanonly, adj.
Thats the dilemma isn't it? when you're single, there's the sadness and joy of only me. And when you're paired, there's the sadness and joy of only you.
It doesn't feel like a date. It doesn't feel like friendship. It feels like something that fell off the tightrope but hasn't yet hit the net.
David LevithanThere's no way to release yourself from a memory. It ends when it wants to end, whether it's in a flash or long after you've begged it to stop.
David LevithanEventually she fell asleep, but I kept the phone against my ear, lulled by her breathing, and her breathing again in the background. And yes, it felt like home. Like everything belonged exactly where it was.
David Levithanjaded, adj.
In the end, we both want the right thing to happen, the right person to win, the right idea to prevail. We have no faith that it will, but still we want it. Neither of us has given up on anything.
finances, n.
You wanted to keep the list on the refrigerator.
"No," I said. "That's too public."
What I meant was: Aren't you embarrassed by how much you owe me?
yarn, n.
Maybe language is kind, giving us these double meanings. Maybe it's trying to teach us a lesson, that we can always be two things at once.
Knit me a sweater out of your best stories. Not the day's petty injustices. Not the glimmer of a seven-eights-forgotten moment from your past. Not something that somebody said to somebody, who then told it to you. No, I want a yarn. It doesn't have to be true.
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