Anna and the French Kiss

The more you know who you are, and what you want, the less you let things upset you

Is it possible for home to be a person and not a place?

How many times can our emotions be tied to someone else’s—be pul ed and stretched and twisted—before they snap? Before they can never be mended again?

there are multiple meanings to be found in any word, in any sentence. In any situation.

Is it possible for home to be a person and not a place?

I’m such an idiot. I can’t believe I thought he liked me. That’s the worst part, knowing he was never even interested.”

Hey buddy, ol’ pal. Let’s go wear our hats and have a big

Now it’s between me and someone named Cheeseburger.

“I like you,” he says.

My body is rigid.

“And I don’t mean as a friend.”

name, English accent, American school. Anna confused.