135 Quotes by Julie Buxbaum

I take the long way home and circle the neighborhood. The leaves have started to fall and collect in small heaps under the carefully spaced trees. I kick the piles, enjoying the sounds my feet make as I scatter them along the sidewalk, adding a small bit of extra chaos to the city. Every once and a while, I sniff the sleeves of my sweater. I kind of like that they stink of patchouli.

Not feeling like I belong anywhere has made me crave constant motion; standing still feels risky, like asking to be a target.

Team David, I think. I’m totally on Team David.

I realize we all walk around pretending we have some control over our fate, because to recognize the truth – that no matter what we do, the bottom will fall out when we least expect it – is just too unbearable to live with.

His two front teeth are slightly crooked, veer just a tiny bit to the right, as if they’ve decided perfection is overrated. His smile is like unlocking a riddle. How does an imperfection make him seem more perfect?

And that’s why I finally ended it. I realized today that it’s exhausting to be a coward.

In the Venn diagram of my life, my imagined personality and my real personality have never converged. Over email and text, though, I am given those few additional beats I need to be the better, edited version of myself. To.

Miney says: “Mom is a closet weirdo, and dad is a closet normal, and that’s why they work.

You know how it is. Mean girls get mean in seventh grade and they stay that way until your ten-year reunion, when they want to be best friends again.