I’ve got a fever. And the only prescription is more Peter.
Is the pain really worth the social fame and infamy?
Look, I get it. I’m sooooo bad at texting (what does that even mean, why is that a thing people say?) and so I understand why it’s taken you this long to answer me (I don’t understand, your phone is glued to your face).
In general, introverts are not afraid of interacting with others; they simply prefer to spend time alone.
All self-help is bullsh*t. It’s hard to choose yourself when an iceberg hits the Titanic.
I’m twelve and the black-haired boy sitting next to me is telling bad jokes. He turns to me with a huge grin. “What is the difference between a Jew and a pizza?” I say nothing.
It can be with a simple “thank you for the conversation of today.”
No, we’re all looking for someone to look up to. Someone who pushes us, inspires us, maybe even frightens us.
“It’s amazing how fleeting perfection can be.”
You’re never going to achieve your childhood dreams of greatness by trying to fix all your weaknesses, waiting for that day when you’re finally satisfactory at everything.