Anger was essential because otherwise I was just tremendously sad. Bitterness and anger provided harvestable energy, something on which to focus, something through which to work. Sadness simply left me adrift. But.
Unrequited love was typically my favorite kind of love. The non-reciprocal nature of it appealed to me in much the same way boy bands appealed to me; it was theoretical love because it was untested – hopeless in its one-sidedness, yet tragically inspiring.
Even in my relationship with Jon we’d both recognized that I required a generous amount of space and alone time in order to behave with appropriate affection when we were together.
Quinn until he messaged me his nightly text, which had turned somewhat math-mushy recently: If I were a function, you would be my asymptote. I always tend toward you. He.
I liked labels; I liked putting people and things into categories. It helped me calibrate my expectations of people and relationships.
Cletus Byron! Stop stuffing Astrophysics Monthly down your pants!’” Cletus.
Our will is only as strong as our body; the desire for what we need will always trump ideals.
Tonight the silence sounds like a scream. If you were here, we could chase it away with our whispers. -.
I also came from a notable family – my mother was a US senator, my father was the dean of the college of medicine at UCLA, and my maternal grandfather was an astronaut.
I’m not like that. I’m not going to enter a race I can’t win.
I was so poor, I couldn’t even pay attention.’” I.
I know how birth control works, big brother, and – spoiler alert – putting a wrapper on the banana is ninety-nine percent effective.
No matter what happened in your past, what ghosts might lurk there, the road you take is ultimately up to you,” I squeezed him back, “but – selfishly – I hope it’s always the road I’m on.
I feel like it’s compulsory to play “Amazing Grace” during a Christian funeral. It’s the only way to make sure everyone leaves sobbing like a baby.
He’d drunk the “my government can do no wrong” Kool-Aid.
But revenge was a choice, protecting yourself is instinct.
You want to meet Jon?” Instinctively my gaze searched for Elizabeth and I think I must have looked as stricken as I felt. She just stared at me with wide eyes.
I felt calmer and more in control despite my questionable fashion non-choices.
Since most of my time was spent in unchecked soliloquy, I held out hope for some wisdom.
Greg was an indiscriminate food stealer.