I'm just as big a fool as the rest of them.
Just imagine! In the early nineteenth century, this cathedral was in such a state of disrepair that the city considered tearing it down. Luckily for us, Victor Hugo heard about the plans to destroy it...
—En París, es común reconocer a alguien atractivo. El francés no desvía la mirada como otras culturas lo hacen. ¿No te habías dado cuenta? St. Clair piensa que soy atractiva. Me llamó hermosa.—Créeme,...
And then there's the other thing.The thing I'm trying to ignore. The thing I shouldn't want, the thing I can't have.And he's standing in front of me right now.So what do I wish for? Something I'm not...
My boyfriend loses his virginity, and, oh, who’s that looking on?It’s a rabbit.
Andy once clipped a magazine article about how black dogs are always the last to be adopted at shelters and, therefore, more likely to be put down. Which is totally Dog Racism, if you ask me.
And we're finally home.
The thing about depression. When I feel it deeply, I don’t want to let it go. Itbecomes a comfort. I want to cloak myself under its heavy weight and breathe it into my lungs. I want
I don't know. I don't really like old movies. The acting is so, 'Hey buddy, ol' pal. Let's go wear our hats and have a big misunderstanding
Wow. See? You can’t say that’s not impressive. I recognize the names, even if I don’t know what they all did. I didn’t. He reaches for his wallet and pays our admission charge. I try to get it—since i...
My head jerks up in embarassment, but he's smiling. I drop my face, so that my hair shields my cheeks. They blush more for his smile than anything else.
You're the most incredible girl I've ever known. You're gorgeous and smart, and you make me laugh like no one else can. And I can talk to you. And I know after all this I don't deserve you, but what I...
His name explodes inside of me like cannon fire.
What are you working on? I ask.The last page. He gestures towards the table, where a pencilled sketch is being turned into inked brushstrokes. It's a drawing of us, in this café, in this moment.I smil...
The feeling is that we have everything to say. And where do you begin with everything?
Some of us wear our hearts. Some of us carry them.
I'm the last one in the dark, until- suddenly- it happens. St. Clair removes something from his pocket. And then he gets down on one knee.Anna's entire body lights with shock and joy and love. She nod...
I get out of the car, and I'm blasted by the stench of body odor. Cricket is beside me, and he's talking, but his words don't reach my ears.Because it's my mother.Smelling.On my porch.
St. Clair clears his throat. 'My fiancée and I are headed out for a celebratory dessert. I'd ask you all to join us, but I don't want you there.
Do adults realize how lucky they are?