You don't need your eyes to love. You just feel it inside you.

Here’s what I think: the only reason I’m not ordinary is that no one else sees me that way.

I eat like a tortoise eats, if you've ever seen a tortoise eating. Like some prehistoric swamp thing.

You can't blend in when you were born to stand out.

That's how it is in heaven. It's just love, and no one forgets who they love.

No, no, it's not all random, if it really was all random, the universe would abandon us completely. and the universe doesn't. it takes care of its most fragile creations in ways we can't see. like with parents who adore you blindly. and a big sister who feels guilty for being human over you. and a little gravelly-voiced kid whose friends have left him over you. and even a pink-haired girl who carries your picture in her wallet. maybe it is a lottery, but the universe makes it all even out in the end. the universe takes care of all its birds.

My mom smiled at me. Her smile kind of hugged me.