Simon vs. the Homo Sapiens Agenda (Creekwood, #1)

by Becky Albertalli

But I’m tired of coming out. All I ever do is come out. I try not to change, but I keep changing, in all these tiny ways. I get a girlfriend. I have a beer. And every freaking time, I have to reintroduce myself to the universe all over again.

real.

I’m supposed to decide when and where and who knows and how I want to say it.”

The way I feel about him is like a heartbeat—soft and persistent, underlying everything.

White shouldn’t be the default any more than straight should be the default. There shouldn’t even be a default.

“I want to hold your hand,” I say softly. Because we’re in public. Because I don’t know if he’s out. “So hold it,” he says. And I do.

awwwhhhh