Friendship is love as much as any romance. And like any love, it’s difficult and treacherous and confusing. But in the moment when your knees touch, there’s nothing else you could ever want.

I'm told there's no going back. So I'm choosing forward.

Teenage boys cannot be trusted. Their intentions are not pure.

Wherever I went, I was on the wrong end of the stampede.

I don't see why ogling same-sex kissing should be the exclusive domain of frat boys whacking off to lesbian action, that's so sexist. Feminism should be all inclusive- it should be about sexual liberation, equal pay for equal work, and the fundamental girl right of boy2boy appreciation.

The handwriting was a girl’s. I mean, you can tell. That enchanted cursive.

Bruises mapped my body from bumping into tables and tripping over curbs while walking with a book in my hand, my eyes focused on the pages instead of the live space around me.