Butter Erin Jade Lange Quotes

If you just stop expecting perfection from everyone and everything, you might see the good stuff outweighs the bad. And then maybe someday you’ll look in the mirror and see the same thing.

If you just stop expecting perfection from everyone and everything, you might see the good stuff outweighs the bad. And then someday you'll look in the mirror and see the same thing. Because the person you're most disappointed in is yourself.

If you want to stay, I can meet you after the scrimmage. You could come to my house or I could come to yours or we could meet at the library or a coffee shop or..." Stop talking, asshole. "Or we could go somewhere with Wi-Fi or somewhere outside or..." Oh my God, I hate myself right now.

I looked back just long enough to see Jeanie whisper something in Parker's ear and Parker turn to make a grotesque gesture with his pelvis and his fists. Then he gave me a thumbs-up and a salute. I gave him the finger. And I meant everything that gesture implies, but he only smiled like I'd waved good-bye. That's how these assholes communicated with each other, and I guess I was finally speaking their language.

I hated thinking about death – not because I was afraid of it, but because, for some reason, every time I did, I felt this strange wave of sadness that death was actually so far off. Sometimes I wished it would just hurry up and get here. Morbid.

It was one thing to be giving up on myself, but moms were supposed to believe in you to the very end.

You think I eat a lot now? That’s nothing. Tune in December 31st, when I will stream a live webcast of my last meal. Death row inmates get one. Why shouldn’t I? I can’t take another year in this fat suit, but I can end this year with a bang. If you can stomach it, you’re invited to watch . . . as I eat myself to death. —Butter

I wasn’t hungry anymore, but I was far from full. I somehow felt emptier with every bite.

I’d had four drinks and not one piss.

one whole stick of butter.

Man, you just assume everything sucks before you try it. You don’t give anything a chance because you’re afraid of being disappointed. And that is why you eat. Because it never lets you down.

I had always let music transport me to another world. But where do you go when the world you usually fantasize about is the one you're now standing in? I closed my eyes as the first notes escaped my sax, but I traveled nowhere. I was rooted inside a daydream once more.

I thought about the night I'd started the website. I'd embarrassed myself at school; I was angry at Mom and Dad and the Professor for thinking they could fix me; I was fighting back against that damn 'most likely' list. I wanted people to see my threat and feel guilty. I didn't expect them to believe it. And I sure as hell didn't expect them to like me for it.

All I ever wanted to do was take charge of what people were saying online and, sure, maybe make them feel a little bad about it. I never meant for my threat to truly be a swan song – just a loud note to catch some attention. But the whole mess had taken on a rhythm of its own, and it seemed like I was the only one who couldn't keep the beat. I was playing along with no idea how this tune was supposed to end.

Everyone laughed, including myself. I think I was starting to feel what they all must have already felt about my last meal – that it was a story playing out on a movie screen and not in real life. All their laughter and curiosity and encouragement wasn't completely evil. It was just the result of some teenage sense of immortality mixed with that thing that makes you slow down and watch a car crash, even when you don't really want to look.

I said I’m sorry when I should have said I’m scared. I asked for forgiveness when I meant to ask for help.

shit like call Anna.

A single Dorito was balanced precariously on the edge of the bag. I rescued it before it fell out and transferred it to my mouth. The flavors exploded over my tongue--salty, sweet, spicy--everything I liked all rolled into one. God, I love Doritos.