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“That awkward moment in a fight with my twin sister when one of us calls the other one ugly.” Anna Collins
We were genetically identical, and yet my body was awkwardly athletic while hers was willowy and slender. My laugh was loud and startling, and hers made fairies sigh and small woodland creatures come out and sing. She walked like a supermodel in stiletto heels while I teetered around like a drunk toddler in anything higher than Doc Martens combat boots. It was humiliating to be Colette’s sister. And I wouldn’t trade it for the world.
He seemed to actually look at me then, and his gaze gave me sweaty butterflies. I’ve determined they’re a thing, since I don’t get simple, fluttery, girly butterflies like most straight women do when a ridiculously handsome guy notices them. My butterflies flap around so hard they make me feel slightly nauseated, which inevitably leads to a mild case of the sweats. Ergo, sweaty butterflies.
“The best princesses are made of chaos and fairy dust, and they carry their own swords.” From the T-shirt collection of Anna Collins
his friend the Disney prince was up somewhere near the seventy-point range, with room to move up or down based on factors like hygiene, sense of humor, the sound of his chewing, favorite movie, and how well he kissed.
“Can I give you a ride somewhere?” She stopped and stared at me. “You have a horse?” “What?” I stared back, a little incredulous. “No.” “You don’t?” Her expression fell. “I love horses.
Aladdin and Beast might have a slightly better shot at existential thought than Prince Charming, for example, considering that he’s the man who thought finding a woman by her shoe size was a reasonable course of action.”
A man who read actual books, and then read them again. It was almost as sexy as … well, nothing, because nothing was sexier than a man who read. Except a man who read naked. Out loud. With chocolate.
His eyes held a kind of wonder that I felt all the way down to the center of my being. I sensed a connection that went far beyond the place our bodies joined, and I could see the tendrils of soul that reached out through his skin toward mine. When I came with him, a gasp of surprise went through us both. My own bits of soul had found his and recognized them as known.
That was you in the hot pink dress, looking like something that rose from a field of wildflowers, smelling of spring, and speaking inanities that lit up the room with pure, ridiculous joy.
Intellectuals, no matter how privileged their former lives were, are just immigrants in another country.”
Her casual words felt solid and substantial in a way I hadn’t expected from this woman whose exuberance couldn’t be contained by something as corporeal as her skin.
“I see the very best version of myself when you look at me.” Anna Collins
“You bring people to life when they’re with you. Choose someone who does the same for you.”
“I can be a lot of things,” I said with a smile I actually felt, “but shy isn’t in my repertoire. Awkward and dorky I have covered, and I could draw a map to Mortification Central, but I won’t, because that’s the kind of place you have to stumble into.”
How do I diminish myself for owning my own ridiculousness?” “You don’t. You diminish anyone else who thinks what you just said was interesting, or thinks you’re fascinating for knowing such a thing.”
“My idea of housework is to sweep the room with a glance.” Anna Collins
“My personal style these days is ‘I didn’t expect to get out of the car.’” Anna Collins
“I love the first days of spring. It feels like the sun is elbowing its way through all the cold and gray saying, ‘Okay, that’s enough tough love. They’ve proven they can survive, now let’s give people a reason to live.’”
“Never argue against receiving a gift freely given.
