It makes me sad because it only exists in words.
All people in relationships ever do is talk about their relationship status. It like a Ferris wheel. When you’re on a Ferris wheel all anyone ever talks about is being on the Ferris wheel and the view from the Ferris wheel and whether the Ferris wheel is scary and how many times it will go around. Dating is like that. Nobody who’s doing it ever talks about anything else.
The weather decides when you think about it, not the other way around.
I was having one of those days when you feel like... life likes you.
All my life, I’d been unable to think straight, unable to even finish having a thought because my thoughts came not in lines but in knotted loops curling in upon themselves, in sinking quicksand, in light-swallowing wormholes.
Davis was right : Everybody disappears eventually.
You don’t know that you’d go to college, find a job, make a life, see it unbuilt and rebuilt.
Maybe I’m just a lie that I’m whispering to myself.
I like us. I like that we’ve got our own way of doing things.
She’s adorable .” “How would you know?” “I’m gay, not blind. Her hair’s all poofy and she’s got a great nose. I mean, a great nose. And, what? What do you people like? Boobs? She seems to have boobs. They seem to be of approximately normal boob size. What else do you want?
Maybe Harry Potter is real and you’re not.
I’m a story they’re telling. I am circumstances.
If taking a pill makes you different, lie, if it changes the way-down you... that’s just a screwed-up idea, you know? Who’s deciding what me means – me or the employees of the factory that makes Lexapro? It’s like I have this demon inside of me, and I want it gone, but the idea of removing it via pill is... I don’t know... weird. But a lot of days I get over that, because I do really hate the demon.
I am a brave warrior in my internal Battle of Valhalla.
Thoughts are just a different kind of bacteria, colonizing you. I thought about the gut-brain information axis. Maybe you’re already gone. The prisoners run the jail now. Not a person so much as a swarm. Not a bee, but the hive.
I knew how disgusting I was. I knew. I knew now for sure. I wasn’t possessed by a demon. I was the demon.
I think it’s actually worse to lack all conviction. Because then you just go along, you know? You’re just a bubble on the tide of empire.
Think of a rainbow. It’s one arc of light, but also seven differently colored arcs of light.
My friendship with Esther Earl began, as so many great love stories do, at a Harry Potter convention.
You seemed locked inside of your mind, and I can’t know what’s going on in there, and it scared me.