Best of Nathan [2/?]
When I get to the cafeteria, I can’t believe my eyes. There’s Aimee standing by the door alone. She waited. She actually waited. This girl is steadfast. She has faith in the Sutterman.
I slow down to a saunter. “Hey, you’re here,” I say, catching my breath. “Sorry I’m late.”
“That’s all right,” she says, and I have to wonder how many times she’s said that to the people in her life who screwed her over somehow.
“No,” I say. “It’s not all right. But I couldn’t help it.”
"I wish it was socially acceptable to do everything and go everywhere with your duvet."
one more sandwich story when i was six my mum made me ham sandwiches and my friend had skin that was the same colour as ham and i’d feel bad eating it because it felt like i was eating her and i’d always leave over my sandwiches and my mum asked why and i was too embarassed to tell her the real reason so i told her i was vegetarian like my dad and to make that lie consistent ive been vegetarian for the past almost 13 years
you’re not what you look like. you’re the music you listen to, the shows you watch, the art you make, the flowers in your hair, your favourite blanket. you’re not the pimple on your nose or the pudge on your stomach. You’re not your thighs or your teeth. you’re the colour of your hair, you’re your favourite band, you’re the mismatch socks you wear and your favourite sweater. You’re what you love, you’re not what you look like or the body you are in.