The tales we tell ourselves about ourselves makes us who we are.

I am trying to come up with some "adult" reads, but I mostly read young adult fiction (my job), which, by the way is excellent. I will post about some of my favorites that should appeal to adult readers

I love when I reach Marcus on the phone and as he says hello, I can hear the music he's listening to in the background. That music is the sound of him without me. How he surrounds himself when I'm not there, which is almost all the time.

I hate the very human inclination towards insensitivity

chromosomal dance oh, heavenly happenstance rare creation, you -Marcus (Poetry Spam #22)

I’m not sure I’ll ever be finished. No matter how much I write, there will always be something I should’ve said.

You can only be in a bad mood for so long before you have to face up to the fact that it isn't a bad mood at all; it's just your sucky personality.