I can tell she’s crumpled up in a corner of herself, just like I do in emergencies. There’s a crawlspace in me that no one can get to, no matter what. I had no idea she had one too.
In the middle of all this tragedy, you’re growing up, sweet pie, and that is such a wonderful thing.
You misunderstand”, Guillermo says. “I believe in everything”.
Nothing curdles love in the heart like lemon on the tongue.
I do not want to eat or drink, or i will lose the taste of you in my mouth.
He’s grinning now. “Also I think you’re really pretty and I’m incredibly shallow.
Hanging out with her is like sitting in an empty church. That’s why I like her.
The timbre of his voice has a lot in common with thunder.
When we settle back into our selves, everything feels different, like if I turned on the light we’d be bears.
It’s a sink or swim world.
It’s the easiest thing to be lost if you don’t want to be found.
There are times when surfing where you’ll take on a wave only to realize the bottom’s dropped out of it and so suddenly without warning you’re free-falling down the entire face. It feels like this.
It’s always: two rocks, two papers, two scissors. When I don’t draw us like this, I draw us as half-people.
He was so alone in that story. I breathe him in, all cocooned up in the place he dreams, tenderness crushing into me. And I understand why he shut down like that. Of course I do.
I suspect that inside the impenetrable fortress of conventionality he’s become, there’s one crazy-ass museum.
All that matters is the worlds I can make, not this toilet-licking one I have to live in.
I feel a smile sweep across my face, remembering all the light showers, the dark showers, picking up rocks and finding spinning planets, days with thousands of pockets, grabbing moments like apples, hopping fences into forever.
I felt a springing in my chest. Could Dad and I be close? Like a real father and son?
We hold on to each other so tightly under the sad, starless sky that for a moment I feel as if our heartbreak were one instead of two.
If ever there was a boy in love, sweet pea, it’s Joe Fontaine.