Life goes on. Get over it. You're still young. It'll get better. Blah, Blah, Blah

I guess it's a choice we make," she said. "What's a choice?" I asked. And she said, "How much of the world we let in.

You will always be my always.

..I've been trying to argue myself into thinking these things don't matter, A. Really,I have. But I've lost the argument. And I can't keep having it, when I know what the real answer is.

Deep down? That sounds like settling to me. You shouldn't have to venture deep down in order to get to love.

I feel the universe is telling me something. And it doesn't even matter if it's true or not. What matters is that I feel it, and believe it.

We wish we could have been there for you. We didn't have many role models of our own--we latched on to the foolish love of Oscar Wilde and the well-versed longing of Walt Whitman because nobody else was there to show us an untortured path. We were going to be your role models. We were going to give you art and music and confidence and shelter and a much better world. Those who survived lived to do this. But we haven't been there for you. We've been here. Watching as you become the role models.