The thought of you being removed from the rotation is not funny to me.

I wanted to know that he would be okay if I died. I wanted to not be a grenade, to not be a malevolent force in the lives of people I loved.

And I will forget her, yes. That which came together will fall apart slowly, but she will forgive my forgetting, just as I forgive her for forgetting me and the Colonel and nothing but herself and her mom in those last moments as she spent as a person.

"Nothing," I said. "I’m just…" I couldn’t finish the sentence, didn’t know how to. "I’m just very, very fond of you."

The thing about chameleoning your way through life is that it gets to where nothing is real.

my lungs sucked at being lungs.

You're not going to impose the patriarchal paradigm on me.