That's the problem with having a moral code. We want to destroy the jerkish part of the jerks, but we want to save the human being underneath.

What i want is for what i want to actually matter.

...he hopes that maybe it'll make people a little less scared of two boys kissing than they were before, and a little more welcoming to the idea that all people are, in fact, born equal, no matter who they kiss or screw, no matter what dreams they have or love they give.

I want to write my life. I want to be able to write my life. You are a second away from saying it. You have no idea how much I love you.

you ask me what I'm looking for, and I outline you. you don't recognize the shape, offer other names. you say my time will come, and I hope.

Her mind is an unquiet one, words and thoughts and impulses constantly crashing into each other.

Maybe there is hope in the fragments, that what is lost can always be filled in by someone who knows.