I wish I knew how to quit you, Tumblr.

...I will continue to underscore that I don't think authorial intent is all that important to a reading experience, and I certainly don't think the job of reading is to divine authorial intent.

She raised one leg and gave me all her weight as a I dipped her. She either trusted me or wanted to fall.

Tiny Cooper is splayed out across the thin carpet, using his backpack as a pillow. He’s wearing skinny jeans, which look very much like denim sausage casings.

I worked hard to meet his eyes, even though they were the kind of pretty that's hard to look at.

I figured something out. The future is unpredictable.

I was struck by an awful thought, the kind that cannot be taken back once it escapes into the open air of consciousness; it seemed to me that this was not a place you go to live. It was a place you go to die.