I was supposed to be at the condo, wasting time on the beach, just Dad and me, figuring out college and my life and spending time together. Instead, I was in a new house with new people - including a future stepbrother who’d seen me naked.
A Midsummer’s Nightmare | Kody Keplinger
Just in case you thought you had problems. Whitley’s (probably) got you beat any day of the week and twice on Sunday.
Reader’s Bill of Rights
1. The right to not read
2. The right to skip pages
3. The right to not finish
4. The right to reread
5. The right to read anything
6. The right to escapism
7. The right to read anywhere
8. The right to browse
9. The right to read out loud
10. The right to not defend your tastes
Daniel Pennac (via
We hold these truths to be self-evident.
/ YA BOOK MEME series or books [4/10]
“ Ed, it was everything, those nights on the phone, everything we said until late became later and then later and very late and finally to go to bed with my ear warm and worn and red from holding the phone close close close so as not to miss a word of what it was, because who cared how tired I was in the humdrum slave drive of our days without each other. I’d ruin any day, all my days, for those long nights with you, and I did. But that’s why right there it was doomed. We couldn’t only have the magic nights buzzing through the wires. We had to have the days, too, the bright impatient days spoiling everything with their unavoidable schedules, their mandatory times that don’t overlap, their loyal friends who don’t get along, the unforgiven travesties torn from the wall no matter what promises are uttered past midnight, and that’s why we broke up.” WHY WE BROKE UP - DANIEL HANDLER
At the moment, the weather in NYC is a little soul-crushing, so stumbling upon this is fitting. What’s more soul-crushing* than heartbreak**?
*In the best way, of course.
*Hint: the answer falls somewhere between nothing and nothing.
another undignified product of society
We spend so much of our time fighting death, as we should. But sometimes the greatest gift we can give ourselves, and in turn the ones we love, is to know when to let go.
Daisy Whitney | When You Were Here