When I draw it, I’m going to make my skin see-through and what you’ll see is that all the animals in the zoo of me have broken out of their cages.
Pockets are hand jails.
I understand the quicksand of shame.
Per your request and his, this is how it’s going to be from now on. When I want to ask you to abandoned buildings or kiss those lips of yours or stare into your otherworldly eyes or imagine what you look like under all those baggy drab clothes you’re always hiding in or ravish you on some grimy floor like I’m desperate to this very minute, I’ll just bugger off on my Hippity Hop. Deal?
It takes a lot of courage to be true to yourself, true to your heart.
I go behind the telescope, peer into the eyepiece, and all the stars crash down on my head. It’s like taking a shower in the cosmos. I gasp.
I love pizza, meaning: Even when I’m in the middle of eating pizza, I wish I were eating pizza.
Noah once told me he could hear horses galloping inside her. I got it.
I love thee with the breath, smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.
Before leaving school I consorted with The Oracle: Google.
Revolutionaries aren’t team players.
Then I enter the crawlspace deep inside me and shut the hatch. Because I’m not coming back out. Ever.
Every picture taken of you reduces your spirit and shortens your life.
He smiles and takes his index finger and presses it to my lips, leaves it there until my heart lands on Jupiter: three seconds, then removes it, and heads back into the living room. Whoa – well, that was either the dorkiest or sexiest moment of my life, and I’m voting for sexy on account of my standing here dumbstruck and giddy, wondering if he did kiss me after all.
I don’t deserve a love story. Not anymore. Love stories aren’t written for girls who could do what I just did to my brother, for girls with black hearts.
The sunset has turned the sky into a carnival of color as Noah and Brian walk out of the forest, hand in hand. Brian notices Dad and me first and shrugs his hand away, but Noah immediately finds it again. At this, Brian’s eyes squint up and his face cracks open in a heart-crushing smile. Noah, like always around Brian, can barely keep his head on his neck, he’s so happy.
I’m having a hand problem. How come everyone else seems to know what to do with them? Pockets, I remember with relief, pockets, I love pockets!
Everything is true at once. Life is a contradiction. We take in every lesson. We find what works.
What am I doing? Well, I’m doing it.
I look like the freaking Aurora Borealis...