I have already spent roughly five thousand hours asleep next to you. This has to mean something.

Even if you were green and had a beard and a male appendage between your legs. Even if your eyebrows were orange and you had a mole covering your entire cheek and a nose that poked me in the eye every time I kissed you. Even if you weighed seven hundred pounds and had hair the size of a Doberman under your arms. Even then, I would love you.

He doesn’t just look upset—he looks newly blind. There is such loss in his eyes, and it permeates every other part of his body.

This is not something insignificant. This is real. This is happening, and this is ours.

underneath all that denial, you're someone who's deeply, deeply nice.

You spend so much time, so much effort, trying to hold yourself together. And then everything falls apart anyway.

me: why is it upset? shouldn't it be downset? gideon: i will file a lawsuit against the dictionaries first thing tomorrow morning. we're going to tear merriam a new asshole and throw webster inside of it.