Well Sure, Who Doesn't Need

I Don’t Know What Boldness Came Over Me, But The Resolute Heaviness Of Dash’s Demeanor Threatened To Crush My Soul. My Pinky Finger Crept Over And Nestled Against His, For Comfort. Like A Magnet, His Pinky Finger Latched Onto And Intertwined With Mine. I Like Magnets A Whole Lot.

All This Hoping For Nothing-or Someone-that's Maybe Hopeless

The Handwriting Was A Girl’s. I Mean, You Can Tell. That Enchanted Cursive.

People Are Like That, Judging You Before They Know You.

I Don't Know Why I'm Saying Any Of This, Except That It's The Truth." -nick And Norah's Infinite Playlist