She'd never in her whole life bunked school, smoked dope, or kissed a boy whose name she didn't know, and yet in the last few days, she'd done all these things.
Don't think you have to be good because you're the only one left. Be as bad as you like. - Jenny Downham
Don't think you have to be good because you're the only one left. Be as bad as you like.
- Jenny Downham
Nurses never tell you what they know. They're hired for their cheeriness and the thickness of their hair. They need to look alive and healthy, to giv… - Jenny Downham
Nurses never tell you what they know. They're hired for their cheeriness and the thickness of their hair. They need to look alive and healthy, to giv…
Humans are made from nuclear ash of dead stars - Jenny Downham
Humans are made from nuclear ash of dead stars
I'm me and you're you, and all of them out there are them. And we're all so different and equally unimportant. - Jenny Downham
I'm me and you're you, and all of them out there are them. And we're all so different and equally unimportant.
There's a terrible stillness. I notice a small tear in the wallpaper above her shoulder. I notice finger marks grimed on the light switch. Somewhere … - Jenny Downham
There's a terrible stillness. I notice a small tear in the wallpaper above her shoulder. I notice finger marks grimed on the light switch. Somewhere …
All I know is that I have two choices – stay wrapped in blankets and get on with dying, or get the list back together and get on with living. - Jenny Downham
All I know is that I have two choices – stay wrapped in blankets and get on with dying, or get the list back together and get on with living.
It's utterly beautiful not to know my own edges. - Jenny Downham
It's utterly beautiful not to know my own edges.
It was strange how words meant something when they came out of your mouth. Inside your head they were safe and silent, but once they were outside, pe… - Jenny Downham
It was strange how words meant something when they came out of your mouth. Inside your head they were safe and silent, but once they were outside, pe…
Perhaps I'm dead. Perhaps this is all it will be. The living will carry on in their world – touching, walking. And I'll continue in this empty world,… - Jenny Downham
Perhaps I'm dead. Perhaps this is all it will be. The living will carry on in their world – touching, walking. And I'll continue in this empty world,…
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