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  • #1
    Julie Buxbaum
    “There's a famous expression that if you've met one person with autism, then... you've met one person with autism.
    So you met me.
    Just me.
    Not a diagnosis.

    I realize I hurt you. I forgot to think about you first. I did not put myself in your shoes, as the expression goes. (Though as a sidebar, I think wearing other people's shoes is kind of disgusting; I'm only okay with the concept metaphorically.)

    So you know, you are all I think about.”
    Julie Buxbaum, What to Say Next

  • #2
    Julie Buxbaum
    “So you’re saying that on Friday night I have an equal chance of getting vomited on as I do of getting kissed?” “Welcome to high school,”
    Julie Buxbaum, What to Say Next

  • #3
    Sarah Dessen
    “Home wasn't a set house, or a single town on a map. It was wherever the people who loved you were, whenever you were together. Not a place, but a moment, and then another, building on each other like bricks to create a solid shelter that you take with you for your entire life, wherever you may go.”
    Sarah Dessen, What Happened to Goodbye

  • #4
    Sarah Dessen
    “Two a.m.' He swallowed, then said, "You know. The person you can call at two a.m. and, no matter what, you can count on them. Even if they're asleep or it's cold or you need to be bailed out of jail...they'll come for you. It's like, the highest level of friendship.”
    Sarah Dessen, What Happened to Goodbye

  • #5
    Sarah Dessen
    “Your past is always your past. Even if you forget it, it remembers you.”
    Sarah Dessen, What Happened to Goodbye
    tags: past

  • #6
    Sarah Dessen
    “It was amazing how you could get so far from where you'd planned, and yet find it was exactly were you needed to be.”
    Sarah Dessen, What Happened to Goodbye

  • #7
    Sarah Dessen
    “I mean, it's not surprising, really. Once you love something, you always love it in some way. You have to. It's, like, part of you for good.”
    Sarah Dessen, What Happened to Goodbye
    tags: love

  • #8
    Jennifer Fawcett
    “I never noticed birds before, but now I see them all the time.It makes it nicer, you know, even if you're just going for a walk, like in a place where you walk all the time, or just sitting and looking out the window. I used to think that was boring, but there's so much to see. That's what he's taught me.”
    Jennifer Fawcett, Beneath the Stairs

  • #9
    Jennifer Fawcett
    “Why is it that some people -- mainly women, my own age-- feel the need to patronize me? It usually happens with the ones who are mothers. It's like my not having kids, not being married and now not having a job keeps me in some kind of childish state in their minds.”
    Jennifer Fawcett, Beneath the Stairs

  • #10
    Jennifer Fawcett
    “If I was going to hide something. I'd put it with the underwear," Lori said
    "The dirty underwear. Then no one would want to touch it."
    You keep dirty underwear in your dresser? Clair thought but didn't say.”
    Jennifer Fawcett, Beneath the Stairs

  • #11
    Jennifer Fawcett
    “The other lesson that these past few months have taught me: the antidote to stillness-- and the memories it holds-- is to keep moving.”
    Jennifer Fawcett, Beneath the Stairs

  • #12
    Jennifer Fawcett
    “Next time they're holding auditions for Fast & Furious in my driveway. Let me know. Lol”
    Jennifer Fawcett, Beneath the Stairs

  • #13
    Charles Bukowski
    “I often stood in front of the mirror alone, wondering how ugly a person could get.”
    Charles Bukowski, Ham on Rye

  • #14
    Charles Baudelaire
    “My heart is lost; the beasts have eaten it.”
    Charles Baudelaire, Les Fleurs du Mal

  • #15
    Nikita Gill
    “The monsters were never
    under my bed.
    Because the monsters
    were inside my head.


    I fear no monsters,
    for no monsters I see.
    Because all this time
    the monster has been me.”
    Nikita Gill

  • #16
    Rupi Kaur
    “If I knew what safety looked like, I would have spent less time falling into arms that were not”
    Rupi Kaur, Milk and honey
    tags: poem



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