Seriously. We were never like that were we?
Parents are excellent at stating the obvious.
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...
I like you, he says.
I hate that it sounds like a punishment.
Perfection is overrated. Perfection is boring
The way he looked at you? He wasn’t distracted. He was consumed.
The feeling is that we have everything to say. And where do you begin with everything?
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.
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.
You look like a corgi
Some things just don't translate between cultures.
Screw it. Let the fates decide
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...
So neither is the woman. They're both gay men. Duh.
People say be different I am so why am I bullied?
No more moving. I'm here. I'm wherever you are.
It gets worse. Josh tell her that he loves her. She says it back. He touches her. She touches him back. And then they're losing their virginity on the floor of her bedroom beside her pet rabbit, Isis....
I wish he would look at me the way he looks at his subjects. Because then he'd see there's more to me than shy, just like I see there's more to him than slacker
I don't believe in fashion. I believe in costume. Life is too short to be same person every day.