Where we love is home—home that our feet may leave but not our hearts. —Oliver Wendell Holmes
Whatever. I was tired and just rolled over onto his arm in my sleep. It’s no big deal. Who cares, anyway? So what if Creed had seen us? What, he would have called us a bunch of fags? It’s not like we...
We’re going out and getting drunk. I’m tired of being sixteen years old and never having gotten intoxicated. It’s like I’m doing nothing with my life.
This is my family, and the noise around me is soothing in a way it hasn't been in quite a long time. That's mostly my doing, I know, given my self-imposed exile in the Land of Sorrow. But hearing the...
There are moments in your life so profound, so extraordinarily crystal clear that even the remembrance of them is enough to feel like you’re being consumed by fire. Moments that might not mean much to...
That’s not the question you should be asking, though, if this is a dream. The question you should be asking is what you’re going to do now? Because you’re awake?
Take your pick. It literally could be any one of those things and many, many more. It's hard to live a morally good life when you have a propensity for shenanigans.
THREE YEARS. One month. Twenty-six days.
Our eyes met like a car crash, colliding and breaking away.
Oh, Sam. Sam, Sam, Sam. You know nothing about dragons, do you? Wow. How the hell are we your destiny? You poor, poor sexy man-child. I feel bad for you. And slightly aroused. But mostly bad. And arou...
Mark sitting next to Gordo, both of them avoiding each other’s gazes, but their hands in the grass next to each other, pinkies touching, and there would be a sense of right, of being complete, finally...
La macchina comincia a fare marcia indietro e io guardo fuori dal finestrino. Dom è ancora dove l’ho lasciato. Premo la mano contro il vetro, il palmo piatto. Lui solleva la sua e anche se non può sen...
Joe sang the loudest of all. He said, you belong to me.
I’m going to have to work out even more now tomorrow to make up for all the potatoes and bread. Okay. I feel bad. That was a lie. I’m not going to work out at all. That sounds just awful.
Instead I said, Flora Bora Slam, mothercrackers.
If I’d known this was going to be a black-tie affair, I would have put on underwear.
I would do anything to make you happy because no one had ever smelled like you did. It was candy canes and pinecones. It was epic and awesome. and it was home.
I was too busy writing sad ballads to unrequited love in my head and planning a life where my hand would be my boyfriend.
I was going to be the best friend Jeremy ever had, even if it meant death by blue balls.
I couldn't find the words to say what I wanted. Sometimes, when your heart gets so full, it takes away your voice and all you can do it hold on for dear life.