Quotes from Jessica Park

Why do you have to correct everything I say?" Julie glanced at his FTW! shirt. "Out of the two of us, I don't think I'm the one that deviates from the norm." The train slammed to a stop. "You're the one who seems to get off arguing." "You sound exactly like Finn. We're exchanging ideas. Debating." Matt looked down at his shorts. "And so far I haven't gotten off.

Thinks that twitter is like facebook's slutty cousin. It does everything dumb and whore-ish you're too responsible to do

I tell you that I like being this close to you and how you feel against me. But now even I'm hesitant. I'm afraid that when we hit the ground, this will be over. We'll land and this feeling between us will vanish. That you won't feel it any longer. I can't stand that thought.

You are who you are. Don't be ashamed of yourself. At all. Surround yourself with people who cheer you on.

I'm done peeing now." "Thank you for letting me know.

Why is luge a sport? You dress up like a giant sperm and go sledding really fast. That's hardly athletic. Phallic and sexy, yes. But hardly athletic.

We don't have to know everything. If you believe in fate and some kind of meaning and sense in this fucked-up world, then believe with abandon, love. Enjoy it.

Matthew, confess now. Are you a closeted font nerd? Do you go to these conferences? I promise I won't respect you any less if you are. OK, fine, secretly I will, but it's better to get this off your chest and be who you are, than to live in deception. Hiding the truth will only cripple your emotional development Well, I'm sorry to dissapoint you. I'm not a font nerd. You can email me in Papyrus and I won't care.

Prove to me that you are not a figment of my imagination. Am I a computer simulation? Does the door swing both ways? How can something come from nothing? How do you know a line is straight? If animals wanted to be eaten, would it be okay? If time stopped then stared again, would we know about it? What happens when you get scared half to death twice? What is creationism? What is ethical?

You need songs that make you feel. Some make you string, some make you weak. Some build determination, some tear you apart. But you need all of those...Run through the pain.

Good. I think I'm falling for you too. Let's not pull this chute.

Your parents died. Your world fell apart. I nod. He puts his hand on my cheek. You were left drowning I nod again. And you're struggling to breathe I am. It's a constant struggle to stay near the surface I have just enough air to stop me from going totally under, but not enough to thrive. So do it. Breathe. Just Breathe. He turns up the volume and strokes my hair.

What are we doing? What are you doing?" "Loving you," he says simply. "If you'll let me." "Always. God, always.

You won't fall madly out-of-your-brains in love? Let your world as you know it be blown to bits because you fall heart-crushingly head-over-heels for someone?

Finn is God: If you get off your high horse, you'll notice that it, too, poops.

He leans into me and kisses me again. Harder this time. He tastes like eternity, and healing, and completion. No one else could ever kiss me like this, of that I am positive. I could breathe in him forever. I could fall in love forever.

You have the here and now. You have a future. Deal with the past so you can stop looking back. It's just the pain.

I'm not going to drown in what I can't change.

Wanted to give you a heads up: I heard that Flat Finn sustained an injury the other day. Nothing major, though. Something to do with Matt, a steaming iron, and maniacal shouts of, "There are no wrinkles allowed in this house! You may be flat, but you're not smooth enough yet for this family!"

You are not the first, and will not be the last, to say so. I wear my "warped" label with pride.

Dear Algebra, Stop asking us to find your X. She's not coming back

I see perfection in things that are likely considered imperfections by others.

I bet it's easy for you," Celeste said, as she examined her fingers and toes. "What? Flirting?" "Yes." "Depends. There's flirting," Julie said, jokingly pushing her chest out, "and then there's flirting." She tapped the side of her temple. "It's the second one that's hard because you're putting more of yourself out there.

And you have me. Sometimes you need someone else to believe in you, to carry you, until you can do that yourself. Let me carry you. You're almost there. Damn it, Celeste, you're almost there. God, please, you have me, and I want you." He stopped walking back and forth and put both of his hands over his heart. "I want you so much.