…the word for she/he/it are WRITTEN differently but PRONOUNCED the same.
Sometimes it’s hard to tell.
I’m ready to look fondly backwards at Sadness as something I once was.
You’re sure it will continue to be awful.
Shhhhsh-sh-sh. I have one minute left.
Don’t freak out, but I’m just not feeling that into Halloween this year.
money isn’t real. time isn’t real. the future is fake.
Have you ever thought about what your kids would look like?
“Why? Aren’t you all about the gay stuff?”
I never want to be anywhere but Camp.
We all have things we’d go back and tell ourselves.
I know the drill. A few weeks of feeling WEIRD.
These aren’t resolutions.
“I know we don’t usually have serious talks unless you puked on the floor, but I have an important question for you.”
“I don’t know how to talk about sadness with no root, much less explain it.”
“Do you think marriage is dumb?”
“What if we just watch Buffy instead?”
“There is a point at which my body reaches maximum capacity for stress and responds to emotional stimuli, positive or negative, with tears.”
“As a kid, I was always really confused about who my family was…”