The sky is like a monochromatic contemporay painting, drawing me in its illusion of depth, pulling me up.

The risen sun too bright in her losing eyes.

I inherited that penchant for intellectualism, a character flaw that these days can only be thoroughly eradicated by getting Z’ed up.

I love being in cities with lots of other people, because I'm reminded that there are billions of people like me, and we are each stuck inside of our minds, feverishly trying to crawl out to make connections with other people.

Colin thought about the dork mantra: sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me. What a dirty lie.

Boys are much more likely to objectify girls bodies, while boys are seen by girls as whole people.

Right, except I'm not going to lie to my mom, because what kind of (man) lies to his own mother?