If you need a bit of sunshine, you can always borrow some of mine.

You fell asleep in my car, I drove the whole time. But that’s okay, I’ll just avoid the holes so you sleep fine. I’m driving, here I sit, cursing my government for not using my taxes to fill holes with more cement.

I suck at chess, but I enjoy chatting frequently with some nice lads of mine! I eat kids<3

I love my best friend!

Call me up before your dead and we can make some plans instead! Send me a message, I’ll be your friend<3

P.S. please if you get a chanse put some flowrs on Algernons grave in the bak yard.

I go by any pronouns, but prefer they/them

I’VE BEEN A PUPPET, A PAUPER, A PIRATE, A POET…A PAWN, AND A KING. I’VE BEEN UP AND DOWN AND OVER AND OUT- AND I KNOW ONE THING.

Used to be one of the rotten one’s and I liked you for that. Now you’re all gone, got your makeup on, and you’re not coming back.”

“Dear Mr. Vernon,

We accept that we had to sacrifice a whole Saturday in detention for whatever it is we did wrong, but we think you’re crazy to make us write an essay telling you who we think we are. You see us as you wanna see us, in the simplest terms with the most convenient definitions. But what we found out is that each one of us is a brain. And an athlete. And a basket case. A princess. And a criminal. Does that answer your question?

Sincerely yours,

The Breakfast Club.”

"...And these children that you spin on as they try to change their worlds are immune to your consultations. They're quite aware of what they're going through..." - David Bowie

Claire: “I know exactly what you’d do to him. You’d say hi to him, and when he left, you’d cut him all up so your friends wouldn’t think you really like him.”

Andrew: “No way.”

Allison: “Okay. What if I came up to you?”

Claire: “Same exact thing.”

John: “YOU ARE A B—CH!”

Claire: “Why, cause I’m telling the truth?! That makes me a b—ch?!”

John: “No, cause you know how sh—-y that is to do to someone. And you don’t got the balls to stand up to your friends and tell them you’re gonna like who you wanna like.”

Claire: “Okay, what about you, hypocrite?! Why don’t you take Allison to one of your heavy metal vomit parties? Or take Brian out to the parking lot at lunch to get high? Or what about Andy, for that matter? What about me? What would your friends say if we were walking down the hall together? They’d laugh their a—es off, and you’d probably tell them you were doing it with me so they’d forgive you for being seen with me.”

John: “Don’t you EVER talk about my friends! You don’t know any of my friends, you don’t look at any of my friends, and you certainly wouldn’t condescend to speak to any of my friends! So you just stick to the things you know, shopping, nail polish, your fathers BMW, and your poor, rich, drunk mother in the Caribbean.”

Claire: “SHUT UP!”

John: “As far as being concerned about what’s gonna happen when you and I walk down the hallways of school, you can forget it, cause it’s never gonna happen. Just bury your head in the f—-ing sand and wait for your f—-ing prom!”

Claire: “I hate you.”

John: “Yeah? Good!”

Brian: “Okay, then I assume Allison and I are better people than you guys, huh? Us weirdos. Would you… Would you do that to me?”

Allison: “I don’t have any friends.”

Brian: “Well, if you did.”

Allison: “No. I don’t think the kind of friends I’d have would mind.”

Brian: “Well, I just wanna tell each of you that I wouldn’t do that. I wouldn’t and I will not. Cause I think that’s real sh—-y.”

Claire: “Your friends wouldn’t mind because they look up to us.”

Brian: “You’re so conceited, Claire. You’re so conceited. You’re so like, full of yourself. Why are you like that?”

Claire: “I’m not saying that to be conceited. I hate it, I hate having to go along with everything my friends say.”

Brian: “Well, then why do you do it?”

Claire: “I don’t know, I don’t… You don’t understand. You don’t… You’re not friends with the same kind of people that Andy and I are friends with. You know, you just don’t understand the pressure that they can put on you.”

Brian: “I don’t understand what? You think I don’t understand pressure, Claire? Well, f—k you! F—k you! You know why I’m here today? Do you?! I’m here, because Mr. Ryan found a gun in my locker.”

Andrew: “Why’d you have a gun in your locker?”

Brian: “I tried. When you pull the f——ing trunk on it, the light’s supposed to go on. It didn’t go on." (The elephant lamp assignment in shop class.)

Andrew: “What was the gun for?”

Brian: “Just forget it.”

Andrew: “You brought it up, man.”

Brian: “I can’t have an F. I can’t have it, and I know my parents can’t have it. Even if I ace the rest of the semester, I’m still only a B. Everything’s ruined for me.”

Claire: “Brian.”

Brian: “What?! Considering my options, you know.”

Claire: “No, killing yourself is not an option.”

Brian: “Well, I didn’t do it, did I? No, I don’t think so.”

Allison: “It was a handgun?”

Brian: “No, it was a flare gun. It went off in my locker.”

Andrew: “Really?!” (Laughing.)

Brian: “It’s not funny.”

(Everyone starts to laugh, even himself.)

Brian: “Yes it is. F—-in’ elephant was destroyed.”

Allison: “You wanna know what I did to get in here? Nothing. I didn’t have anything better to do. You’re laughing at me.”

Andrew: “No!”

Allison: “Yeah you are.”

(They all laugh together.)

“It’s unavoidable. It just happens.” “What happens?” “When you grow up, your heart dies.” “Who cares?" “I care.”

Wait right here, I’ll be back in the morning. I know that I’m not that important to you, but to me, girl you’re so much more than gorgeous. So much more than perfect.

One more thing! Why do you assume you’re the smartest in the room? Why do you assume you’re the smartest in the room? Why do you assume you’re the smartest in the room? That attitude may be your doom.

You can have my heart! Do you want it, baby? Throw away my life- just for you to date me! Is this a mistake? Should I leave you, maybe? Fight and then we f**k.. love it when you hate me !!

So let gravity be my sculptor, let the wind do my hair. Let me dance in front of people without even a care.

Why haven’t we been talking? “I don’t know…” You’re angry at me. “I’m definitely not!” You should be. “..It’s not like it’s your fault.” Then whose fault is it? Who is responsible for this? “No one! S**t happens! S**t happens to the wrong people, you know that!”

“I hate the way you talk to me and the way you cut your hair. I hate the way you drive my car, I hate it when you stare. I hate your big dumb combat boots and the way you read my mind. I hate you so much it makes me sick, it even makes me rhyme. I hate it. I hate the way you’re always right, I hate it when you lie. I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry. I hate it when you’re not around and the fact that you didn’t call. But mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you, not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.”

“Write it down. Say it out loud. Cry if you need to. It doesn’t make you weak. We’re young. You think you’ve got time. But time’s not the gift. Honesty is. If you’re going through something, don’t wait years to admit it. Say what you feel. To someone. Or just to yourself. But say it. Because the weight of unspoken words will follow you longer than you think.”

“I guess everyone is like this. Smiles, hugs, years together, holidays, late night confessions, tears, phone calls, one million words. They all mean nothing.”

“He’s probably decided to leave me alone for good now, which is fair enough. I’ve screwed it all up again. Classic Tori.”

“It was like being in a car with the gas pedal slammed down to the floor and nothing to do but hold on and pretend to have some semblance of control. But control was something I'd lost a long time ago." - Tweak: Growing Up on Methamphetamines (Highly recommended, helped me.)

“I changed jobs and cities, I hated holidays, babies, history, newspapers, museums, grandmothers, marriage, movies, spiders, garbagemen, English accents, Spain, France, Italy, walnuts and the colour orange. Algebra angered me, opera sickened me, Charlie Chaplin was a fake, and flowers were for pansies.

Peace and happiness to me were signs of inferiority, tenants of the weak and addled mind.

But as I went on with my alley fights, my suicidal years, my passage through any number of women - It gradually began to occur to me that I wasn’t different from the others, I was the same. They were all fulsome with hatred, glossed over with petty grievances, the men I fought in alleys had hearts of stone. Everybody was nudging, inching, cheating for some insignificant advantage, the lie was the weapon and the plot was empty, darkness was the dictator.”

You could ask me about the girl who sits in front of me in psychology, and I'd tell you I don't know her, but her curls sit perfectly even at an 8:00AM class. If you ask me why my best friend is my best friend, I'd tell you her laugh is contagious and she's got a hidden talent for saying all the right things at all the right times. I wouldn't tell you it's because she can fit into size zero jeans and has a five-step skincare routine. Because none of that matters, not really. No one notices the half inch of space between your thighs, or what your side profile looked like in a picture. No one's paying attention to the pimple on your chin that you thought ruined your whole day. No one remembers how many likes you got on Instagram, or how many followers you had on TikTok. You spend hours dissecting your reflection in a mirror, picking yourself apart like a science experiment, but no one else sees you that way. They remember the way you laughed so hard you couldn't breathe, the way your eyes lit up when you talked about something you love, the way you made them feel when they were having a bad day. People remember kindness, they remember warmth, they remember the way your presence made the air a little lighter, but we waste so much time obsessing over the things that don't define us, carving ourselves down to fit some impossible mold. Believing that our worth is tangled up in the size of our jeans, or the symmetry of our faces, or whether or not someone thinks we're pretty.

*** is the girl that I wanna kiss, she’s got big blue eyes and nice blonde hair<3

"Dear Evan Hansen,

Nobody else understands me. What's worse is, nobody else wants to try. You're the best friend I have.

Or, let's face it; the only friend I have. It's just you and me here, so let's be honest with ourselves. Because why not, right? Mom didn't want me. Dad didn't want to stay. Mom got stuck with me. Mom had to deal with me. Dad got to start over. Why didn't we get to start over? Nobody let us start over. Why does nobody ever let you start over? Why can't I start over? I want to start over so badly, I want to be somebody new, but I look in the mirror and, big surprise, it's still the same old me.

Everybody else have a family. I just have parents. Everybody else has a home. I just have a house. A lonely little house, with a tiny little bed, and the carpets have smelled weird since the day we moved in. Everybody else has dreams. I just have setbacks. Everybody else has a network. I just have Facebook. Everybody else has connections. I just have collisions.

And then there's Zoe. Like, all my hope is pinned on Zoe. Like, everything I am is invested in Zoe. Like, my entire existence is wrapped up in Zoe. Like, everything would be ok if only there were Zoe. Who I don't even know and who doesn't know me. But I feel like if I knew her, I could love her. And I feel like if she knew me...

Who am I kidding? Let's be honest with ourselves. Let's just try to be honest with ourselves.

Never going to happen. Zoe doesn't care. Does anybody even care? If I disappear tomorrow, nobody's going to care.

They don't even know my name.

I'm giving up. I'm giving in. I'm not fighting it anymore. Nothing changes. It doesn't get better. It doesn't get easier. You don't get any wiser. You just get older. Your skin gets thinner. Your nerves get weaker. Your feelings get hurt enough times that you'd rather not feel anymore. You give up. I give up.

I give up. Once and for all, I give up.

Sincerely, me."

"I hate Summer. I hate her crooked teeth, I hate her 1960's haircut, I hate her knobby knees, I hate her cockroach-shaped splotch on her neck, I hate the way she smacks her lips before she talks, I hate the way she sounds when she laughs. I hate her." - 500 Days of Summer

"He was dead before he hit the ground. But I knew that was what he wanted, even as the lot echoed with the cracks of shots, even as I begged silently, 'Please, not him...not him and Johnny both...' I knew he would be dead 'cause Dally Winston wanted to be dead and he always got what he wanted." - The Outsiders

"I wondered. Dally's tougher than I am. Why can I take it and Dally can't? And then I knew. Johnny was the only thing Dally loved and now Johnny was gone." - The Outsiders

"What's wrong?"

"Johnny's dead."

How can we go back to being friends when we just shared a bed?

Met a boy who likes my body. He said he wants to break your teeth.

“Stay away from the ones you love too much. Those are the ones who will kill you." - Boris Pavlikovsky, The Goldfinch

“He believed himself to be a cruel man; He had forgotten about the stars he showed me and I would like to think there was no worse death than his ability to recognize his kindness.”

It's so rare that somebody looks out for you

Thoughts and prayers was all they’d do.

Hi ma’am, I’m Gibby. “She doesn’t speak English-” …I’m still Gibby..

“There are few people whom I really love, and still fewer of whom I think well. The more I see of the world, the more am I dissatisfied with it; and every day confirms my belief of the inconsistency of all human characters, and of the little dependence that can be placed on the appearance of merit or sense.” - Pride and Prejudice

I am so blue, how can I show you? An empty crib, a dirty gift. You make me sick. You make me like it.

There is no point in make-believing that we could ever exist again//

DON'T SHOOT HIM, HE'S A F---ING KID??

How come we’ve never even dated but I still find myself thinking of you daily?

You wait, little girl, on an empty stage
For fate to turn the light on
Your life, little girl, is an empty page
That men wil want to write on
To write on
You are sixteen going on seveteen
Baby its time to think
Better beware, be canny and careful
Baby, you're on the brink
You are sixteen going on seventeen
Fellows will fall in line
Eager young lads and rogues and cads will offer you food and wine
Totally unprepared are you
To face a world of men
Timid and shy and scared are you
Of things beyond your ken
You need someone older and wiser
Telling you what to do
I am seventeen going on eighteen
I'll take care of you

I am sixteen going on seventeen
I know that I'm naive
Fellows I meet may tell me I'm sweet
And willingly I believe
I am sixteen going on seventeen
Innocent as a rose
Bachelor dandies, drinkers of brandies
What do I know of those
Totally unprepared am I To face a world of men
Timid and shy and scared am I
Of things beyond my ken
I need someone older and wiser telling me what to do
You are seventeen going on eighteen
I'll depend on you

@silly-willy-joker i love you so incredibly dearly and am genuinely so grateful for you. Youre gonna go far<3

@SK-Exploded you’re cool ig

i kept all of it. Mwuah! <3

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