If this continues, if this goes on, then when I die, your memories of me will be my greatest accomplishment. You memories will be my most lasting impressions.

The houses have been condemned on Memory LaneI’m tired of this struggle that leaves everything the sameI’ve tried so hard to make it workthat I’m dying insideWell, you can take my pastBut you can’t have...

Singing in the rain. I’m singing in the rain. And it’s such a fucking glorious feeling.

They have left the first stage of romance—the rhapsody of us. Where everything is you-me or me-you or a giddily tentative we. Now him and her are asserting themselves, each given a private, pensive depth....

Also, I’m not going to bedevastated or anything either way. I’m not that kind of person. I just think if you don’t say thehonest thing, sometimes the honest thing never becomes true, you know, and...

We stay this way until twilight colours the window and the hour calls me home

It was the most amazing feeling in the world. to know that something right happened, and to know that it had happened not through luck or command but simply because it was right.

She raised her hand to cut me off. “I am aware of your epistolary flirtation. Which is all well and good–as long as it’s well and good. Before I ask you some questions, perhaps you...

I think they would like the songs betterif I left out the names, or changedthe pronouns.

abstraction, n.Love is one kind of abstraction. And then there are those nights when I sleep alone, when I curl into a pillow that isn’t you, when I hear the tiptoe sounds that aren’t yours....

I can take everything on her face at face value, and that’s valuable in a friend.

People like to say being gay isn’t like skin color, isn’t anything physical. They tell us we always have the option of hiding.But if that’s true, why do they always find us?

still, what could i say? that i didn’t just feel depressed – instead, it was like the depression was the core of me, of every part of me, from my mind to my bones? that...

‘I’m sorry,’ he says. ‘I don’t usually like people. So when I do, part of me is really amused and the other part refuses to believe it’s happening.’

My face seems too square and my eyes too big, like I’m perpetually surprised, but there’s nothing wrong with me that I can fix.

With all due respect, if you’re forty-three, then I’m a fetus.

We do not start as dust. We do not end as dust. We make more than dust.That’s all we ask of you. Make more than dust.

it’s not his bodythat changesright away.it’s somethinginside. he sayshe wants tobe a littleweaker. i don’tunderstand.i say ‘thinner?’and he says’no, i wantto be strongerin a differentway.’ notbecause of me,but for me.

Even though you’re not my type, gender wise, you’re certainly my type, person-wise.

This is what love does: It makes you want to rewrite the world. It makes you want to choose the characters, build the scenery, guide the plot. The person you love sits across from you,...

Some days are like this. And the only way to get through them is to remember that they are only one day, and that every day ends.

How the things that hold us are only as strong as the faith we have in them-you go on the bridge because you trust it will not fall the fingers will clasp because we trust...

We watch them grow, with sadness and amazement and fear. We have stepped away, but not entirely away. They know this. They sense it. We are no longer here, but we are not yet gone....

the sadness will ebbthe trouble is the time it might take

Maybe fate’s arithmetic is so diffuse that it’s not arithmetic at all.

Lily is the greatest girl who ever was.”For a moment, I think we’d forgotten where we were.And then the officers returned, and we were reminded once again.

Your Temporary Santa, “He says presents aren’t important, but I think they are- not because of how much they cost, but for the opportunity they provide to say ‘I understand you.

I’ve always known I was gay, but it wasn’t confirmed until I was in kindergarten.It was my teacher who said so. It was right there on my kindergarten report card: PAUL IS DEFINITELY GAY AND...

i am like a dead begoniahanging upside down because like a dead begonia I don’t give a fuck

It doesn’t have to be on Valentine’s Day. It doesn’t have to be by the time you turn eighteen or thirty-three or fifty-nine. It doesn’t have to conform to whatever is usual. It doesn’t have...

What separates us from the animals, what separates us from the chaos, is our ability to mourn people we’ve never met.

My mother said I should have a ‘change of scenery.’ The word scenery made be think of a play. And as we were driving around, it made sense that way. Because no matter how much...

Elijah is inexplicably moved by the broken columns and fragmented floors. He cannot help but find a meaning and a message in their poverty of stature. This is what remains, he thinks. It seems a...

If I lose it now, I will lose you, too. I know that. I hate it.

Max is a marvel to us. He will never have to come out because he will never have been kept in. Even though he has a mom and a dad, they made sure from the...

I realized I would always be missing something. That no matter what I did, I would always be missing something else. And the only way to live, the only way to be happy, was to...

We are not taught “love thy neighbor unless their skin is a different color from yours ” or “love thy neighbor unless they don’t make money as you do” or “love thy neighbor unless they...

There will always be more questions. Every answer leads to more questions. The only way to survive is to let some of them go.

It was so screwed up, because the thing that made us the most powerless also gave us such power. We could make them turn away. We could bother them and challenge them and mess them...

Here’s what I think. We all want someone to build a fort with. We want somebody to swap crayons with and play hide-and-seek with and live out imaginary stories with. We start out getting that...

Our friendship is made of bendy straws, long midnight letters,my so-called life marathons, sleepless sleepovers, diner milk shakes, apron strings, a belief in beauty,sucking helium, and the most trust I’ve ever felt for anyone, including...

That’s what it felt like – that if I let a little of the hurt out, it would keep pouring out until I was a deflated balloon of a person, with a big monster of...

There are friends, but they are people to spend time with, not people to share time with. There’s a false beast that takes the form of instinct and harps on the pointlessness of everything that...

Love, he thinks, is a lie that people tell each other in order to make the world bearable. He is not up for the lie anymore. And nobody is going to lie to him like...

When Dawn looked at Vic, she saw Vic exactly as he wanted to be seen. Whereas Vic’s parents couldn’t help seeing who he used to be, and so many friends and strangers couldn’t help seeing...

Every ounce of his soul tells him this will make a good story to tell his friends—an anecdote in the biography, an incident in the life. But part of the sorrow he feels—and it is...

tiny doesn’t just sing these words – he belts them. it’s like a parade coing out of his mouth. i have no doubt the words travel over lake michigan to most of canada and on...

But I look into her eyes and she looks into my eyes and we recognize it—the excitement of being here, the excitement of being now. And maybe I’m realizing what a part of it she...

To feel such a longing for his own life, even as he’s living it—he wonders what that means.

We always see our worst selves. Our most vulnerable selves. We need someone else to get close enough to tell us we’re wrong. Someone we trust.