Even then, it hurt. The pain was always there, pulling me inside of myself, demanding to be felt. It always felt like I was waking up from the pain when something in the world outside of me suddenly r...
Dude, said Hassan softly. Khanzeer. (Arabic:Pig) Matha, al-khanazeer la yatakalamoon araby? Colin asked. (Arabic: What, pigs don't speak Arabic?That's no pig, answered Hassan in Enlgish. That's a godd...
Despite being the only one of us who owned the game, I wasn't very good at Resurrection. As I watched them tramp through a ghoul-infested space station, Ben said, Goblin, Radar, goblin.I see him.Come...
Crying adds something: crying is you, plus tears. But the feeling Colin had was some horrible opposite of crying. It was you, minus something. He kept thinking about one word - forever - and felt the...
But we can't know better until knowing better is useless.
But that wasn't quite right. I called it a nine because I was saving my ten. And here it was, the great and terrible ten, slamming me again and again as I lay still and alone in my bed staring at the...
But a lot of times, people die how they live. And so last words tell me a lot about who people were, and why they became the sort of people biographies get written about.
But I could always tell in her eyes if she got really pissed at me, and her eyes were still pretty smiley
Boys are much more likely to objectify girls bodies, while boys are seen by girls as whole people.
Being vulnerable is asking to get used.
Because you're only thinking they-might-not-like-me-they-might-not-like-me, and guess what? When you act like that, no one likes you.
Because no one can catch the motherfucking fox.
Because as good as kissing feels, nothing feels as good as the anticipation of it.
At some point, you gotta stop looking up at the sky, or one of these days you'll look back down and see that you floated away, too.
At least for tonight. In sickness and in health. In good times and in bad. For richer, for poorer. 'Till dawn do us part.
And then we were kissing.....The space around us evaporated, and for a weird moment I rally like my body; this cancer-ruined thing I'd spent years dragging around suddenly seemed worth the struggle,..
And so we all matter - maybe less than a lot, but always more than none.
And since she drove to work every morning, I could only use the car on weekends. Well, weekends and the middle of the goddamned night.
And imagining that future keeps you going, but you never do it. You just use the future to escape the present.
And I wrote my way out of the labyrinth.