What's the point of all this magic, if no one really knows how to use it? But I guess the same could be said about life. Which is another form of magic, only less showy.
What I'm trying to say is that I spent the last four months learning to be alone, avoiding the world, hating pretty much anyone who so much as blinked at me." But when I am with you, I don't want to b...
The Beatles.What about The Beatles?They nailed it.Nailed what?Everything.What do you mean?Dev takes his arm and puts it right against mine, skin to skin, sweat on sweat, touch on touch. Then he glides...
It was so much easier when I didn't want anything. Not getting what you want can make you cruel.
I think they would like the songs betterif I left out the names, or changedthe pronouns.
You can find sorrow in the arithmetic, and you can find a bittersweet hope.
The kiss I like the most is one of the slow ones. It's as much breath as touch, as much no as yes. You lean in from the side, and I have to turn a little to make it happen.
People say that time slips through our fingers like sand. What they don't acknowledge is that some of the sand sticks to the skin. These are the memories that will remain, memories of the time when th...
I wake up feverish, sore, uncomfortable.Is it sickness or is it heartbreak?I can't tell.The thermometer says I'm normal, but I'm clearly not.
Now she’s lit by the warm orange spreading from the horizon as not-quite-day, becomes not-quite-night
Breath and heat and contact and shirts off and skin on skin and smiles and murmurs and the enormity revealing itself in the tiniest of gestures, the most delicate sensations.
It’s okay,” I tell her.“It is okay to be happy
I'd pick you, I say. Fuck it, I do pick you. I want you to come over to my house in twenty years with your dud and your adopted kids and I want our fucking kids to hang out and I want to, like, drink...
I didn't want to see her. I was desperate to see her. I wanted to hold it together. I wanted to melt down right at her feet and scream, Look what you've done to me.
I don't have the heart to tell him that's the wrong way to think about the world. There will always be more questions Every answer leads to more questions. The only way to survive is to let some of th...
