It's a physical sickness. Etienne. How much I love him.I Etienne.I love it when he cocks an eyebrow whenever I say something he finds clever or amusing. I love listening to his boots clomp across my...
It turns out, teachers think of glitter as the herpes of the craft world—impossible to contain or exterminate.
It doesn't matter. I'm with you. I'm happy to be anywhere with you.
It doesn't matter how much fabric is between us, the solid strength of his body against mine is electric. Charged. And then our arms are enveloping and our fingers are digging and our mouths are searc...
If I weren't standing next to your boyfriend, I'd be tempted to ask you out myself.She blushes, and St. Clair bounds inside the box office and wrestles her into a hug. Miiiiiiiiine! he says.Cut it out...
I'm just saying that if it were Anna, I'd want to meet her coworkers. See where she's spending her time.I stare at him, hard. Obviously.
I'll be here when you return.I fixed my door. You'll need a key.I'll take good care of it.What if I won't give it to you?Then I'll break the door again.This dormitory makes me feel so safe.
I thought I did. Josh stares out over the city. And then I knew I didn’t, and she knew she didn’t, but we stayed together, because…I don’t know why. Maybe because we thought we should be in love. At l...
I tell the annoying classmates to shove it, and Madame Guillotine gets mad at me. Not because I told them to shove it,but because What is wrong with this school?
I like you, he says. My body is rigid. And I don’t mean as a friend.
I don’t care what he thinks. Only what you think. He holds me tighter. Like if you think I need to stop biting my nails.You’ve worn your pinkies to nubs, I say cheerfully.
I don't want to feel this way around him. I want things to be normal. I want to be his friend, not another girl holding out for something that will never happen.
I catch a glimpse of his abdomen. Yummy. Yummy tummy.He startles. What?Hmm?
How could I wish for it for so long, only to come back and find it gone. To be here, in my technical house, and discover that home is now someplace different.
He stayed with her for so long because he liked the idea of being in love. He has an empty well in his heart that needs to be filled by someone. Anyone. But
He sat on one side of a love seat, leaving space to sit beside him. Was it an invitation? Or a gesture of kindness, in that he was offering me the room's larger couch? WHY WAS THIS SO HARD?
Cricket removes his hand. I blink at him, and he cautiously offers his arm. I hesitate. And then I take it. And then we're so close that I smell him. I smell him. His scent is clean like a bar of soap...
And what appears to be every graphic memoir ever written – Jeffrey Brown, Craig Thompson, Alison Bechdel, James Kochalka, Lucy Knisley, and tons of others I’ve never seen before.
You’ll be reading the breakfast menu without me before you know it.Hmm, maybe I don’t want to learn French
When you're asleep, no one asks you to do anything. No one expects anything of you. And you don't have to face any of your troubles.