Queralt

“Like … most of the school has figured out you’re gay.” “Oh. Interesting. I haven’t met most of the school, so don’t know how they managed that.” “Yeah, but…” I knew what he was getting at. It was fine. Whatever. It’s not like it was a state secret or anything. And hey, if people guessed, it saved me having to have a discussion about my sexual preferences with people who didn’t even know if I preferred ham or peanut butter on my sandwiches. For reference, the answer was, “both, simultaneously.”
― Sophie Gonzales, Only Mostly Devastated

“That’s the beautiful thing about the universe. It puts you through trials, but it never gives you anything you can’t handle. We grow from these things.”
― Sophie Gonzales, Only Mostly Devastated

“I always knew you were a sl*t, but I didn't take you for a--"
"I don't think you want to finish that sentence." It was att, storming through the stream of students, closely followed by Darnell and a nervous-looking Will.
"This is none of your business," Charlotte said, but her voice jhad lost some of its thunder.
"Like hell it's none of my business. You're standing in front of my school spewing some crap to my friend when you and I both know your mama would wash your damn mouth out if she heard you saying that kind of shit. So go on if you want to, but I will be recording it, and I will send it straight to my ma, who'll make sure yours sees it by first period. They work in the same building, remember?”
― Sophie Gonzales, Only Mostly Devastated

“A long pause. Long pauses are never good. One day, I would write a thesis on the history of long pauses, and the hurt feelings that followed them 200 percent of the time. This was just like the time in tenth grade, when I shaved one side of my head and asked Ryan how it looked at school the next day. Except this long pause was lasting longer, and oh God, this was going to really stab, wasn’t it? Fuck long pauses. Motion to ban them from social interactions, please.”
― Sophie Gonzales, Only Mostly Devastated