Was it love or wasn't it that she felt for Carol? And how absurd it was that she didn't even know. She had heard about girls falling in love, and she knew what kind of people they were and what they l...
And what was I if not death's ghostwriter?
Self pity becomes your oxygen. But you learned to breathe it without a gasp. So, nobody even notices you're hurting.
Fashion is what you adopt when you don't know who you are.
It had all happened in that instant she had seen Carol standing in the middle of the floor, watching her. Then the realization that so much had happened after that meeting made her feel incredibly luc...
The photographer frames the shot, writers frame their world.
I realize how depraved it was to instill false guilt in an innocent child's conscience, causing a distorted image of life, God, & self, leaving little if any feeling of personal worth.
It shook Therese in the profoundest part of her where no words were, no easy words like death or dying or killing Those words were somehow future, and this was present. An inarticulate anxiety, a desi...
wtf even is my sexuality
human beings are human beings, just treat everyone like that.
Freedom means equality. If you don't believe in equality for all, you don't believe in freedom.
The bag I wanted was beyond reason - something to hold my poems, twice as big as the universe and it must be androgynous.
The only thing they have to look forward to is hope. And you have to give them hope. Hope for a better world, hope for a better tomorrow, hope for a better place to come to if the pressures at home ar...
I know I will never be happy, but I know I can be gay!
You look like a lesbian artist fairy.
Do not hope to understand the source of my understanding.
Love is love is love is love is love is love is love is love cannot be killed or swept aside.
If a bullet should enter my brain, let that bullet destroy every closet door.
Love Is Not A choice
I mean, if I’m going to go to all the trouble of being gay and everything, I might as well tell people.