But boy do I miss proposing, nothing so romantic. Make sure you try it, at least once, Len – it’s skydiving with your feet on the ground.
Thanks,′ I say, and the cloak of being fine that I wear with everyone else slips right off my shoulders.
Porque para mi, la vida se parece a darte cuenta de que vas a toda marcha en el tren equivocado, en el sentido equivocado, sin que puedas hacer nada para remediarlo.
That’s just how it is. Grief and love are conjoined, you don’t get one without the other.
I’ve never felt this relaxed in my life. I keep forgetting my body and then have to go back and get it.
I think of that counselor telling me i was the house in the woods with no doors or windows. No way to get in or out, she said. But she was wrong, because: Walls fall down.
She smiles at me and it sends a warm summer breeze around the room.
The eye-roll is a 10.5 on the Ritcher. The Big One. California has slipped into the ocean.
But the guilt didn’t have much of a chance against the dawning realisation that I was falling in love. I had stared out the window at the early-morning fog, wondering for a moment if she had sent Joe to me so I would know that in the same world where she could die, this could happen.
Her careless beauty so huge it had to walk a few paces ahead of her, announcing itself.
Any marked peculiarity in the face indicates a similar peculiarity of disposition.
I think you might very well be the most eccentric person I’ve ever met.
Gravity Dress maybe? – and then, that’s.
And I’m the only bat in this belfry?
I close my eyes and drown in color, open them and drown in light because billions and billions of buckets of light are being emtied on our heads from above. This is it. This is freaking everything. This is the painting painting itself.
If someone told me I could hang out in da Vinci’s studio while he painted the Mona Lisa or go up on Brian’s roof with him at night – I’m on the roof.
Because, as corny as it may be: I want to be a wobbly people pole that tries to bring joy into the world, not one that takes joy from it.
But then all of all a sudden the breath is kicked out of me and I’m shoved onto the cold hard concrete floor of my life now, because I remember I can’t run home after school and tell Bails about a new boy in band. My sister dies over and over again, all day long.
If she were drowning, I’d hold her head under.
Always walk right foot first to avert calamity, which comes at you from the left.