For all the people who have infected me with amor deliria nervosa in the past - you know who you are. For the people who will infect me in the future - I can't wait to see who you'll be. And in both cases: Thank you.

Holy mother of Lord Cocoa Puffs

I still wanted to know why. As though somebody was going to answer that for me, as though any answer would be satisfying.

it seemed a lifetime ago i'd lain in bed with Lena and felt her breath tickling my chin and held her while she slept, felt her heart beating through her skin to mine. it was a lifetime ago. everything was different.

A room full of words that are nearly the truth but not quite, each note fluttering off the steam of its rose like a broken butterfly wing.

But maybe you carried your demons with you everywhere, the way you carried your shadow.

The worst is knowing I can't tell anybody what's happening -or what's happened- to me. Not even my mom.