When you live as I do, you cannot indulge in jealousy. If you do, it will rip you apart.

for the first time in my life i realize why hangers are called hangers, because after fifteen minutes of trying things on and throwing them aside, all i want to do is hook one to the top of my closet door, lean my neck into the loop, and let my weight fall.

It's like, you know how sometimes you see a really sexy baby? Wait.

I know the odds are all against me and I know you might not feel this way too but I know I would rather die trying to know if I could mean something to you

elliptical, adj. The kiss I like the most is one of the slow ones. It’s as much breath as touch, as much no as yes. You lean in from the side, and I have to turn a little to make it happen.

Breathing is hard. When you cry so much, it makes you realize that breathing is hard.

It is an awful thing to be betrayed by your body. And it's lonely, because you feel you can't talk about it. You feel it's something between you and the body. You feel it's a battle you will never win . . . and yet you fight it day after day, and it wears you down. Even if you try to ignore it, the energy it takes to ignore it will exhaust you.