I find I very rarely live up to my words. And since you know me primarily through my words, there are oh so many ways I can disappoint.

This is my life, I think. I am an accumulation of objects.

We stay this way until twilight colours the window and the hour calls me home

this blue shirt i have is practically the same color as my jeans, and looking all-blue is something only cookie monster can pull off.

It’s up to you, not fate. True. But it was also up to Lily. That was the trickiest part.

When Dawn looked at Vic, she saw Vic exactly as he wanted to be seen. Whereas Vic's parents couldn't help seeing who he used to be, and so many friends and strangers couldn't help seeing who he didn't want to be anymore, Dawn only saw him. Call it a blur if you want, but Dawn didn't see a blur. She saw a very distinct, very clear person.

I text tiny a minute later. MADE NEW GAY FRIEND. And he texts back PROGRESS!!!