“Whenever Ingrid and I got out of the suburbs, into Berkeley or San Francisco, and saw how other people lived, Ingrid would cry at the smallest of things- a little boy walking home by himself, a discarded cardboard sign saying… — Nina LaCour Copy Share Image
“And I think of how time passes so differently for different people. Mabel and Jacob, their months in Los Angeles, months full of doing and seeing and going. Road trips, the ocean. So much living crammed into every day. And… — Nina LaCour Copy Share Image
“No," I say. "I didn't know that," and as I say it I feel flooded with bitterness at all the things Ingrid kept secret… — Nina LaCour Copy Share Image
I want to tell you about everything but I can't because I couldn't stand for you to have that look on your face all… — Nina LaCour Copy Share Image
“We all want to be feel something, we want to be someone to one another.” — Nina LaCour Copy Share Image
“I sleep through the next day. Each time I go to the bathroom, I try not to look in the mirror. Once, I catch… — Nina LaCour Copy Share Image
“Crushes are supposed to be fun, aren't they? They definitely aren't supposed to be so torturous.” — Nina LaCour Copy Share Image
“Maybe it doesn't matter, maybe if we all force ourselves to act like we're okay even if we're not, eventually things will get better.” — Nina LaCour Copy Share Image
“That's what friends do: they notice things. They're there for each other. They see what parents don't.” — Nina LaCour Copy Share Image
“I don't want to hurt you or anybody so please forget about me. Just try. Find yourself a better friend.” — Nina LaCour Copy Share Image
“I don't know if any of this would have happened if we had been at home... Would we have crammed ourselves into the bathroom… — Nina LaCour Copy Share Image
