If you don’t live a life in service of a greater good, you’ve gotta at least die a death in service of a greater good, you know?
Augustus Waters was sitting on the front step as we pulled into the driveway. He was holding a bouquet of bright orange tulips just beginning to bloom.
There is no try,” I said, “There is only do.
Ma’am,′ Augustus said, nodding toward her, ‘your daughter’s car has just been deservedly egged by a blind man. Please close the door and go back inside or we’ll be forced to call the police.’ After wavering for a moment, Monica’s mom closed the door and disappeared.
This is the Homosexuality Is An Abomination Club, right?
Straight and fast.
Because as good as kissing feels, nothing feels as good as the anticipation of it.
And then I crawled into his unmade bed, wrapping myself in his comforter like a cocoon, surrounding myself with his smell. I took out my cannula so I could smell better, breathing him and out, the scent fading even as I lay there, my chest burning until I couldn’t distinguish among the pains.
Please stop,” I said. “You’re upsetting the black Santas.
The Great Perhaps was upon us, and we were invincible. The plan may have had faults, but we did not.
You can never love people as much as you miss them.
I began to swim, an armless silver mermaid, using only my hips to generate motion, until finally my ass scraped against the lake’s mucky bottom. I turned then and used my hips and waist to roll three times, until I came ashore near a ratty green towel. They’d left me a towel. How thoughtful.
Pain demands to be felt.
In the ensuing silence, I have time to contemplate the word cute – how dismissive it is, how it’s the equivalent of calling someone little, how it makes a person into a baby, how the word is a neon sign burning through the dark reading, “Feel Bad About Yourself.
I just want to stay away from people and read books.
He kept thinking about one word – forever – and felt the burning ache just beneath his rib cage. It hurt like the worst ass-kicking he’d ever gotten.
So I know she forgives me, just as I forgive her. Thomas Edison’s last words were: “It’s very beautiful over there.” I don’t know where there is, but I believe it’s somewhere, and I hope it’s beautiful.
I’m just scared of ghosts, Pudge. And home is full of them.
I choose the labyrinth.
I’ll just go over to the Duke’s,” I said. “Her parents already told me I could stay there. I’ll go over there and open all my presents, and talk about how my parents neglect me, and then maybe the Duke will give me some of her presents because she feels so bad about how my mom doesn’t love me.