Ella Ceron

“Could Snape possibly know they’d found out about the Sorcerer’s Stone? Harry didn’t see how he could — yet he sometimes had the horrible feeling that Snape could read minds.”

Because happiness is presented to us as such an illusive concept, something that only the truly lucky chance upon, we seem to forget what to actually do with it if we get there.

“Okay but like, if you were on a desert island and all there was to eat was bacon…”

It’s something we learn as little kids: to play nice, not hit one another, not lash out, and not call each other names when we don’t get our way.

What little girl doesn’t want to wake up one morning and find out she’s inherited a royal title? (This is, I suppose, Disney’s equivalent to the Hogwarts letter.)

“If you want to flirt with me, give your server your number to give to me, don’t give it to me directly.”

Your middle school crush is not your high school sweetheart is not your college fling is not your first live-in lover is not your rebound is not your long-term is not your long distance is not your forever. Each one serves their purpose.

To live, we have to try to connect with those souls we see, the ones in our friends and family and acquaintances and even in strangers. Especially the lost ones.

The expectation for an older sibling to settle down is always at a premium.

Maybe there’s no brakes, maybe there’s no way to take things any way other than how we take them.

After all, shoes changed Dorothy and Cinderella’s lives. You should have a pair that does the same for you.

You are somebody’s future someone, it’s just a matter of whether or not you’ve met them yet, and they won’t love you any less if you don’t pause your life so you can wait around for them to appear.

One cultural standard of beauty isn’t all there is to being a woman, and to get hung up on appearance is to miss all of the potential that lies within just being a person, for starters, whatever your outer wrappings.

No one will ever love you like your parents will, but the kind of love that comes close is not the one that wrecks your world when you’re 13.

Because the endless ways in which I could say I loved you just don’t seem to suffice, and I have to rely on the cliché.

If they tell you you’re wrong about something, your anger subsides a lot faster in the effort to work something out.

Get used to sweaty, salty hugs. There will be a lot of them.

Dating someone in a different borough seems easy enough at first, but soon enough, you’ll come to think of it as something akin to a long-distance relationship.