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The radio is blasting as we head down the highway.
I’m exhausted and want to crawl into bed, but if I’m making her laugh, maybe she won’t look too closely and see how broken I am.
“Well, thank God you don’t look like an idiot.”
I hate that I hide it all so well that no one knows, but all I want is for someone to notice, but at the same time, if anyone did notice, I would tell them I’m fine because I don’t want to be a burden.
“I want it on record that this is a stupid idea, and I will not be taking any responsibility.” “Duly noted and ignored.”
The dude is sexy as fuck, and it’s rude.
I don’t want who I love to change people's opinion of me.”
I don’t think people should have to “come out” but just be accepted for who they are. You love who you love, gender shouldn’t matter.