Readers embrace all kinds of characters as long as they are written with emotional truth.
Its almost scary how amateur I am when it comes to musicals – Im a musical goer, but I am not as obsessed with musicals as perhaps some of my theatrical friends are.
Teens wanted things that were real, that they connected with, it doesn’t have to reflect reality directly. They love ‘The Hunger Games’ not because it’s real in that it happens, but the emotions there are real, and it’s very relatable.
Love is the higher law.
And as we drift into sleep, I feel something I’ve never felt before. A closeness that isn’t merely physical. A connection that defies the fact that we’ve only just met. A sensation that can only come from the most euphoric of feelings: belonging.
You wanna-I dunno-get coffee or something sometime?
Yes, time can be buoyed by wordlessness, but it needs to be anchored in words.
Pink is female – but why? Are girls any more pink than boys? Are boys any more blue than girls? It’s something that has been sold to us, mostly so other things can be sold to us.
That’s what it felt like – that if I let a little of the hurt out, it would keep pouring out until I was a deflated balloon of a person, with a big monster of hurt in front of me.
There is no reason that we should ever be ashamed of our bodies or ashamed of our love.
If you let the world in, you open yourself up to the world. Even if the world doesn’t know that you’re there.
You spend so much time, so much effort, trying to hold yourself together. And then everything falls apart anyway.
To love – to fall – is not a question. To touch – to kiss – to speak – those are questions.
We do not start as dust. We do not end as dust. We make more than dust. That’s all we ask of you. Make more than dust.
There is the sudden. There is the eventual. And in between, there is the living.
Love weaves itself from hundreds of threads.
Magic naturally fades over distance. But proximity – well, when it works, proximity amplifies magic.
I see no sin in a kiss. I only see sin in the condemnation.
Our lives change. Our feelings for each other change. Our bearings change. The song changes. The air changes. The temperature of the shower changes. Accept this. We must accept this.
I want to talk to you and be random with you and be ridiculous with you.