Happiness isn’t good enough. I demand euphoria!
For a long time I only stare. A thousand thoughts hit me at once, the least of which is the fact that she is real. Flesh and blood. Dutch. Her light soaks into me. Begins to heal me instantly. I begin to calm. To slow my breathing. To clear my head. I don’t know what to think, other than the fact that she is more beautiful than I ever dreamed. She is real. And she has seen me. The real me. I have no robes to hide beneath now. No cloak.
Depression really did make a person want to sleep all the time. Who knew?
It was the whole rote memory thing. I’d woken up in that alley knowing how to talk. How to walk. How to search the Internet. And I woke up in love. It was ingrained in my DNA. I loved Reyes Farrow. I craved him, and there was nothing I could do about it.
I already know I’m going to hell. At this point, it’s really go big or go home. – T-SHIRT.
I don’t understand people. They smile when they are mad. They hug people they hate. They steal from people they genuinely love. And they are jealous of babies.
Freaking Kodak moments sucked when you didn’t actually have a Kodak.
See owner for mounting instructions. – NOVELTY UNDERWEAR.
Grab me a chib, wifey. Shite’s about to get real.
Thor’s Morning Wood.
You look like heaven,” he said. “That’s weird, because you look like hell.
We are all searching for someone whose demons play well with ours. – BUMPER STICKER.
It pained me to imagine who she would have become, given the chance. For the life to be ripped away from someone so young just seemed so terribly, terribly unfair. “Because you’re going to die soon.” On second thought, maybe she was better off. Away from other people and most sharp objects. I had a sneaking suspicion she would have become a serial killer. Or a telemarketer. Either way.
You need to listen to what Mom has to say.” “No, I don’t.” “She deserves that much, Charley.
I’m not pubescent, darlin’. I’m pretty sure I can last more than fifteen minutes.
I still had my hand on his side, careful not to press. He reached out and hooked a finger into the belt loop on my jeans. It felt so natural, so fulfilling, to be there with him. To talk with him as if we did it everyday. As if we’d been doung it every day for years. Not even the heat of Ian’s fury could penetrate the warmth I was getting from Reyes.
Damn it.” I wilted beside her, all my hopes and dreams of being a pimp dashed against the cruel rocks of reality. And an unwilling ho.
The most important thing is to not be on fire. Ask someone who is on fire, and they will tell you that the most important thing is to not be on fire.
Aw. She thought I was fruity. I got that a lot.
Look,” he said, clearly having made up his mind, “I’ve made up my mind.” Nailed it.