Richard considered running to the bathroom to vomit when, after coming out to his elder sister as gay, she offered him various types of gay porn magazines.
I know i'm in love this time."
"what makes this any different?"
"i don't have butterflies in my stomach. i have fireworks."
I wonder if the physical distance between us is inversely proportional to the togetherness of our hearts.
It didn't matter how many perfect six-packs or smokin' hot man thongs I had seen in my life-- when the boy with the hipster glasses pulled out The Grapes of Wrath and read behind his cello in rehearsal, I knew he was the HOTTEST man I had ever seen.
keep your drink just give me the money.
sorry bud. just you, your hand, and a bottle of your own self-pity tonight.
As she pushed her hips back against the body behind her, she realized with a neutral opinion that she didn't even know his name.
it doesn't matter to me how I've never met him, how i've never talked to him, how i've never even made eye contact with him. I know I love him with all of my soul, and that is what matters.
Normalcy sat in the corner sipping his tea, while insanity poured more vodka into her Coca Cola. Both of them knew that their waltz would soon become a salsa.
God, space, time, math, light, dreams, imagination. The list goes on and on. With no end and no beginning. We’re trapped in infinity, baby.
She guilt tripped her way into college, and into his life.
He gripped the grass underneath him with all his strength, willing himself not to go off flying off into the sky like a murderous Peter Pan.
Mary ignored the giggles as she walked to the front of the church. After seventeen years of the most normal name imaginable, she was proud to be confirmed as Sexburga Euclidia Hedwig.
She wondered plainly if her end of life flashbacks would come in the form of a quickly scrolled through Facebook newsfeed.
I get up at 4:45 AM every morning to run, and all day long I never stop running.
Every day she bought blank CD's, cans of oranges, and a set of coat hangers and never before has Christian been more interested.
The Christian traditionalist laid down his rifle as he watched the new generation aim their M-16s at a flamboyant hedonist demise.
"Sexy and I know it"? Hate to break it to you, but it's more like "sexy and you think it", sweetie.
I’ll lie to you and lie to you until I think you’re finally ready for the truth.
Until that day I got hopelessly lost in the woods, I never even thought about finding myself.
"You look like the underside of a dirty couch cushion." "Excuse me?" "I mean, I really wanna shake you out."
Zombie butterflies. Just when I think I’ve killed all those stupid bugs that make my heart beat faster when you look at me, they come back. And this time they’re after my brain.
she resigned to the fact she would spend the entire night awake, and stripped to her underwear, opened the psychology textbook, got out that small stash of weed in her underwear drawer, and prepared to go to town.
The awkward silence around the dinner table after Maria spoke left her with a sudden urge to lift her arms and declare, 'And the Lord said, Let there be silence!'.
"Love..." he said, squirting the Purell gel on his almost rawly clean hands, "Has never seemed very interesting to me..." he rubbed his hands together obsessively, "...or very sanitary."
"Here's the thing," she said, taking her first step into the pool of color, "I don't want to make art. I want to drown in it."
In that moment of pleasure he forgot that he was a homophobic christian, and the hands running down his neck belonged to a boy in his english class.
They always tell me my shirts don’t match my pants, and I always say their actions don’t match their religion.
He acted different, he talked different, he looked different. He hung out with different people. But I didn't realize my best friend had become a stranger until the day I first noticed him typing with capital letters.
--Patti, Juliana, Christie, Mark, Lynn
