What else could I be? If I were a mono-thinker, I probably wouldn’t be an insomniac. How is a poly-thinker supposed to fall asleep, and more importantly, stay asleep, when thoughts just won’t stop dar...
We were people, and people had ways of finding each other.
There’s an alone that calls out for rescue—but this appeared to be an alone that wanted to be left alone.
The sound of the ocean breaking our silence was like chocolate syrup poured into a glass of milk, dispersing into awkward dark clumps while waiting to be stirred.
The Strand proudly proclaims itself as home to eighteen miles of books. I have no idea how this is calculated. Does one stack all the books on top of each other to get the eighteen miles? Or do you pu...
Teenage boys cannot be trusted. Their intentions are not pure.
One of the failures of cellular communication is that tiredness often comes across as sadness. But I appreciate your concern.
I’ve never understood why looking hot has to be equated with sex and conquest. Whatever happened to anticipation, to courtship, to true love? Can’t a person look hot and not have it mean something?
I’m dreaming of a white Christmas, they sang.
It is possibly true what Grandpa’s buddies have repeatedly told me: Teenage boys cannot be trusted. Their intentions are not pure.
I volunteer to be the comfort of the in-between.
I lost myself immediately in one of the books, only emerging when the phone rang.Dashiell? my father intoned. As if someone else with my voice might be answering the phone at my mother’s apartment.Yes...
I feel like you may be a special and kind person. And I would like to make it my business to know special and kind people. Especially if they are boys my age.
You know that feeling? That feeling when you just want the right thing to fall into the right place, not only because it's right, but because it will mean that such a thing is still possible?
Their first date was at the symphony. How mean can a guy be who likes Mozart? I hope, at least.
Tal told me he loved me, and told me and told me, but you don't tell someone that and then tell them they're not experienced enough in bed and should read a book or something to learn, or they should...
Perhaps it's not that I'm frigid-- it's that once I decide I like a guy, I turn into a raging idiot, unfit for public appearances.
I kind of hate Nick right now, too, but there's someone else higher on my list, someone I hate more than Saddam Hussein and any asshole named Bush combined, hate more than that fuckhead who canceled '...
Driver, can you tell him that I’m sorry? I wasn’t supposed to be like this. I swear.
Because I withered under the glare of an actual invitation, I was a firm believer in preventive prevarication--in other words, lying early in order to free myself later on.