Leah Thomas Quotes

Please follow these instructions: 1. Stack the pages of this letter neatly. 2. Roll the pages up into a cylinder. 3. Smack yourself over the head with it. 4. Repeat. You complete ass.

Maybe the reason people avoid you is because the emotions your brain sends out when you click are kind of... negative emotions? Maybe you're clicking unhappiness at people, and they're sending it back in echoes.

Auburn-Stache. Am I selfish?" "I've never met a soul that wasn't. I've met a lot of people who don't bother wondering.

Let me tell you a wondrous story. For once, let me be the shining one. It is springtime. Birds are noisiest now. I can almost see the shape of the sky.

Three Leahs to get to One Rachel.

Even if you are powerless, your words are not

Wait, how do most people make friends? I've only done it once. There has to be an easier way of going abouit it than getting thrown around and bleeding all over the place. But both of us went through that. So maybe... Nosebleeds = Friendship Maybe friends are drawn to bloodsheed. You know. Like sharks.

Let me put it more artistically, with greater sophistication: They left us in the toilet. In the deepest pile of shit. And we're coated in the crappy residue of their desicions. But that does not mean we are the one who pooped, Moritz. And neither are we the poop. Never think that. We're not the poop.

Maybe we're on the wrong side of some metaphorical bridge where the grass is crusty and not grass at all, but sharp little spines of glass. I dunno, Moritz. But the one little speck of green that I get is your letters, so please never stop writing me. You got that? Never stop. Because you'll never meet me and it's the closest we can get.

Who'd have thoght I could miss someone I've never actually met? Me. I've thought that. I miss tons of things I've never seen, and now you most of all.

I know that there's a customary cliche about librarians being what crass people might call "hard-asses".

The eyes are windows to the soul

I want to read all the books that made you, Ollie Ollie UpandFree.

Thomas Jefferson helped the Marquis de Lafayette draft a declaration,” Simon blurts. “Mr. Spier, memorizing the Hamilton soundtrack is not going to save you on the AP Euro exam.

I am not afraid that you will hurt me. If you do, the scars won't last for eternity. People hurt each other all the time. Especially when they care for each other.

Maybe people confess at sunset because it feels like time is running out

There's more than one way to be a fragile person.

...basically everything in the world is miraculous.

...and I couldn’t reply because, aside from my disgust and my anger and my scorching throat, what tasted worse was knowing he was right.

Sana süper kahramanlığı hedef almamız gerektiğini söylediğimi biliyorum ama belki de haklısındır. Belki de önce normalliği hedeflemeliyiz.Normalliğin imkansız bir şey olması çok yazık .

I have much human thinking to do, which is no simple thing. My conscience is a carefully cultivated thing.

No, how do you know I'm good? Can you really just tell by looking at someone?' What if someone could see the goodness inside people, in colors, how I see electricity?

Stop saying the c-word." Moritz, I'm not looking for a cure. Really, I can't imagine being someone who didn't see the world how I do. Can you imagine if someone tried to hand you some eyeballs? You'd flush them down a toilet. With dignity. As a kid, I daydreamed about being normal, like kids with glasses still daydream about being astronauts. Daydreams aren't realistic. I only wanted normal because I thought normal was a word that meant "surviving the world.

But here's my humble pie: I've never been all that awesome at patience.

Usually we define ourselves by loving things, Doc Martens or Shakespeare or music or whatever. But if the things we love are other people, those people define us. And then they’re part of you, and they change what you know about yourself.

We know what we are, but know not what we may be.

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I know you are good. You befriended me, of all people. Can you blame yourself for how you behaved after a head injury and grief and fear garbled your mind? I only blame you for not sharing this burden. The cruelties of this world extend beyond what others do to us; they extend into the decisions we make when we are in no fit state to make them. Extend into our regrets and remorse's tendency to make the smallest of our mistakes into monstrous walls we cannot clamber over.

Sometimes it's about working with your bad parts, not fixing them.

Look, it's bad enough that someone hurts you and you're expected to carry the word 'victim' like a scar, whether you want it or not. But sometimes the world is so bogus that no matter how you try to avoid it, you end up being a victim 'again'.

...but when I opened my mouth something sicker than words came out.

I gasped again, a hot sob that came from nowhere or from the dark inside me.

...I’m finally getting a little taste of how terrifying strangers can be and a bigger appreciation of what it is to be you, alone in a crowd of people.

If the world can suffer my oddities, it can welcome you.

I am so accustomed to pains in my chest, Ollie. Those pains are infinitely trivial beside the notion of not meeting the boy I love.