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368 pages, Paperback
First published April 8, 2025
₊⊹⁀➴“Love doesn’t care about whether or not you have your shit together, or if you’re a grieving mess. Love doesn’t care if you’re anxious or depressed or drowning in everyday life. Love just loves"
“I’d wait for you at that bar a million times if it meant I got to be here with you."
“It’s like my grief has tethered me to myself, the walls of sadness like shrink-wrap surrounding all sides of me until I can barely breathe. Any movement I make, any step forward or back, is too painful. The smaller and smaller my world becomes, the more daunting it is to try to move out of the hurt."
“because that was one of the worst nights of my life, but it led me to one of the best things in my life. You."
⋆𐙚₊˚⊹“It feels like I’m returning to him after a long journey, like I’ve met him in a past life, rather than mere months ago. It’s a kind of familiarity that lives below my skin, warming me from the inside out.”⋆𐙚₊˚⊹
"I spent so much energy worrying that I was behind, or that the world was moving on without me, or that having a passion would fix me, but I realized that I'm the only one who can fix me. No one else. Not a fancy job, not a passion, not you, and not even a therapist. Me. So I'm not waiting for some magical key to unlock my life anymore. I'm doing it myself."
⊹ “no way, i’m so dainty.” i bat my eyelashes. “i can barely hold a pencil, i'm so weak.”
⊹ “what?” i say, shoving another pillow between us. he gestures to the barrier. “are we in junior high?” “i don’t want to”—how do i put this delicately?—“touch butts.”
⊹ and rainbow pigs will fly out of my ass and start dancing the macarena.
⊹ these are his horny eyes. i’ve unleashed the horny eyes.
“Sometimes, when I meet people, I still feel like I’m out doing those interviews. Like all I know how to do is ask questions and collect stories and file them away on a shelf....
after that...there was never any follow-up.
So I sometimes find it difficult to get to know people on a deeper level, and they end up just being stories, sitting there on my shelf, making my life seem full, when really…it’s not.”