I want to see this as well as be a part of it. I want to remember it for what it is. I am amazed by the love I feel for so many people. I am amazed at the randomness, the comedy, and the faith that brings us all together and makes us hold on.
Every night I pray for a lovely, swoopy-haired homosexual to come to our school, in the same way that Margaret prayed for boobs and my grandfather prays for my eternal salvation.
I am trying to make an emotional point. I don’t expect you to understand me on that level – you are but a romantic sapling. I am a sequoia, so you’d be well advised to listen to what I have to say.
I know there’s a twisted code of honor about never tattling on another student, never speaking up against someone who’s done you wrong. I know I will only make it worse by breaking this code. But the code of honor was written by bullies for the protection of bullies, and I don’t want to follow it.
I wish she could see how it hits him. The look on his face, his life caving in. Because then maybe she’d realize, if only for a split second, that even though the world doesn’t matter to her, she matters to the world.
After all, people are always separable.
My eyes are open and I’m not seeing a thing because I am so lost inside.
I mean, certainly, not everyone sucks in the same way, and not everyone sucks equally, but everyone sucks at least a little.
The question is there in each silence. The question is there in the space between you. But you cannot bring it aloud.
It is hard to stop seeing your parents as parents and to start seeing them as human beings. It’s a two-sided transition, and very few people manage it gracefully.
I will not let myself think that things are suddenly better. I will not let myself think that we’ve somehow escaped the us we always end up being. But at the same time, I will not deny what’s happening. I will not deny this happiness. Because if happiness feels real, it almost doesn’t matter if it’s real or not.
When you dance, you measure distance as if it’s a solid thing; you make precise judgments every time two bodies exist in relation to each other. So I knew right away the definition of the space between us.
I can make up my homework, but I can’t make up my life.
Invoking the moral high ground somehow makes you lose it. Using a secret as a weapon makes you almost as bad as the transgressor.
We roll down the windows and crank the radio – we like the idea of our music spilling out over the whole neighbourhood, becoming part of the air.
The proper verb for depression is sink.
I know our nakedness means something. I know our nakedness is as much a form of trust as it a form of craving. This is what we look like when we are completely open to each other. This is where we go when we no longer want to hide.
We were over and I wasn’t over it.
The reason I couldn’t talk to you was because I felt so bad for not talking to you.
The past and the future are complicated. It’s the present that’s simple.