For a moment, she was quiet. Then she grabbed my hand, whispered, “Run run run run run,” and took off, pulling me behind her.
I write about broken people who need other people in order to go on. But those are the only kind of people I know to exist. We are all broken.
Life works best when we think of people as people.
depression is not a side effect of cancer. Depression is a side effect of dying.
It hurt, and that is not a euphemism. It hurt like a beating.
Some tourists think Amsterdam is a city of sin, but in truth it is a city of freedom. And in freedom, most people find sin.