Caroline George

You see the world for what it is and what it could be,_ Jack says. __hat you don__ see is the gaping chasm in between _ and that__ what I found.

To describe a kiss is to describe a diary entry or a pair of underwear__ach is personal and private, slightly awkward. Very awkward. But necessary.

Memories tell me who I was, not who I__l become. They don__ fix the present any more than they fix the past.

Missing someone is the worst form of torture because it never goes away no matter where you are or what you do with your life. When a person is gone and all you have of them is a fuzzy recollection of what it was like to hear your phone buzz with texts from them, the joy you experienced while in their company, that instance when the bond you shared shattered, you long for all that was lost and could__e been gained. You have memories and nothing more. And no matter how much times passes, you still feel the ache of their absence whenever they rise into your thoughts. Torture.

Boys are unpredictable and stupid and brash. They do creepy, stalkerish things because they believe in extreme measures. They love to the fullest and ignore completely. They heal hearts and grind them to dust. To have nothing from a boy is devastating, but when he gives his all, the world becomes an electric place, and that is why women love them so__heir all is worth the risk.

Every moment of contact between us seems important__very glance, every touch, every word. I don__ understand him, but I know him, and he knows me. It__ this strange connection we share. No matter how often we fight, lie, make mistakes, I choose him and deep down, I think he chooses me, too.

The apocalypse was supposed to be cliché drama, Godzilla roaming the streets and zombies crawling from graves to devour the living. I guess all of humankind wanted to believe they__ end with a bang instead of unnoticed silence. We all, deep down, want to believe in a future where our historical monuments and literature hold significance. We want our deaths to be important. We want to matter.

Welcome to the apocalypse. Where make-do is a motto and life seems wrong, out-of-place. Where the weak become strong because they have no other choice.

The world doesn__ change because the sun sets and rises. We can either adapt to survive our circumstance or we can change it. And I know we can__ control fate, but I__ sure not going to spend whatever time I have left sitting around and waiting for my life to get better.

Never has it been inappropriate for a girl to wear a red dress.

It wouldn__ be very ladylike to punch a guy in the balls, but it isn__ very manlike to harass a woman because she has different parts and a sweet face.

We know your secret.And we won__ be made invisible.

Sometimes you find a lie, and sometimes it finds you.

We didn__ cause the apocalypse___ut we were too dumb to see it,_ she snaps. __hat was our mistake.

There is only one thing in this world worse than dying and that__ watching someone you love die instead__ou feel their pain with no final solace.

Our surroundings fade and we exist in unison, two people who once shared cups of coffee, unprecedentedly ourselves in a changing world.

I am strong and human with a mouth that works like a man__ and a more intelligible brain, and I demand to be heard.

Men tend to treat women as fragile creatures, but our bodies were built to withstand pain and hard work, think with profound insight. We were created to do what men can__. And if that isn__ reason enough for us to be treated equal, I__ not sure what is.