Most people, I've noticed, are instinctively harsh to strangers. They expect every approach to be an attack, every question to be an interruption.

You know, I'd get a tattoo with your name on it. Only, I want you to have the freedom to change your name if you want to.

If you let the world in, you open yourself up to the world. Even if the world doesn't know that you're there.

I had no idea what I wanted, only that I wanted something, which is the worst kind of wanting.

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

I am always amazed by people who know something is wrong but still insist on ignoring it, as if that will somehow make it go away. They spare themselves the confrontation, but end up boiling in resentment anyway.

It is not desire. Instead it is something deeper. I don't want to be with him constantly and forever. I want to be with him for the moment, and I want the moments to go on forever.