at least if you were ignorant you could do wat you wanted. you had no idea wat had been acheived in the past. you were free instead of chewed at by bleeding impotence, dissolved away like a pearl in acid

He reminded me of someone who put your fingers in the door and smiled and talked to you while he smashed them.

I felt like an undeveloped photograph that he was printing, my image rising to the surface under his gaze.

Find someone who will tremble for your touch, someone whose fingers are a poem.

Panic was the worst thing. When you panicked, you couldn't see possibilities. Then came despair.

I tried writing fiction as a little kid, but had a teacher humiliate me, so didn't write again until I was a senior in college.

It's such a liability to love another person.