It was an indulgence, learning last words. Other people had chocolate; I had dying declarations.

the existence of broccoli does not in any way affect the taste of chocolate

Nothing was happening, really, but the moment was thick with mattering

There is always the risk: something is good and good and good and good, and then all at once it gets awkward. All at once, she sees you looking at her, and then she doesn't want to joke around with you anymore, because she doesn't want to seem flirty, because she doesn't want you to think she likes you. It's such a disaster, whenever, in the course of human relationships, someone begins to chisel away at the wall of separation between friendship and kissing.

The Side Effects of Dying in Your Pants isn't really funny… Alright, it's a little funny.

Could the two people who are making out please be quiet?" the Colonel asked loudly from his sleeping bag. "Those of us who are not making out are drunk and tired.

I'm not asexual. I'm arelationshipal.