Julie Buxbaum

for me to discover this one important life lesson: turns out you can grow immune to weird.

you make me want to know what goes on in that head of yours. I’ll be honest: I’m not usually interested in the contents of other people’s heads. my own is work enough.

and fwiw, welcome to the jungle.
yours truly, Somebody Nobody

I wonder what it’s like to talk in superlatives like these girls do: Ethan, you are just the funniest! For reals. Like, the funniest!

it’s just…you intrigue me. you must have noticed already that our school is a wasteland of mostly blond, vacant-eyed Barbies and Kens, and something about you

yours truly, Somebody Nobody

said my friendliest goodnight, since I can’t see the point of being rude.

I never asked her. Why didn’t I ask her? One of the worst parts about someone dying is thinking back to all those times you didn’t ask the right questions, all those times you stupidly assumed you’d have all the time in the world.

SN: (3) I like you.
Me: (3) I like you too.

tell me three things and then maybe