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he looks like Quasimodo. Or a flasher. He looks like three kids in a trench coat pretending to be a complete wanker.
I’ve loved him through worse. I’ve loved him hopelessly.… So what’s a little less hope?
When someone fucks up absolutely everything—that person is an absolute fuckup.
“Surprise!” Baz singsongs. “It’s your ex-boyfriend and his boyfriend and that girl you never liked very much!”
But it was a mistake thinking of that as an end. There is no end. Bad things happen, and then they stop, but they keep on wreaking havoc inside of people.
It’s sitting in economy that’s making us gay. Not that she will get mad at us necessarily.… You just never know when someone’s going to make you feel bad about what you are. The last time Baz and I held hands in public, some girl with a nose ring took offence. If you can’t trust people with nose rings to be open-minded, who’s left?
He’s lovely. A bit of a sad mess. Dull and pale and rough round the edges. But still so lovely.
Trauma affects memory, my therapist said. Your brain closes off painful corridors. “That sounds good to me,” I told her. “Thank you, brain.”
Simon Snow, it hurts to look at you when you’re this happy. And it hurts to look at you when you’re depressed. There’s no safe time for me to see you, nothing about you that doesn’t tear my heart from my chest and leave it breakable outside my body.
“Please don’t choke to death, Bunce. Imagine the humiliation of dying at The Cheesecake Factory.”
things, meet strange people—lotus-eaters and sirens.” “That’s not a road trip,” Baz says, “that’s the Odyssey. When did you read the Odyssey, Snow?”
I’ll be damned and drawn and fucking quartered before I watch some devil-eyed goat feel up my boyfriend right in front of me.
And why hasn’t something shot us yet? Even toddlers in America have access to guns.
“Then, why? Do you work for someone?” “Dick Blick.” “Who’s that? Another skunk enforcer?” “No. It’s a shop. We sell expensive paints and pencils.”
I’d give him all that I am. I’d give him all that I was. I’d open up a vein. I’d tie our hearts together, chamber by chamber.
Fighting doesn’t feel good anymore. It feels like breaking something because you don’t know how to fix it.
