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The truth, though, is that clothing is fashion and fashion should be for everyone because clothing should be for everyone.
clothing for everyone is a first, small step to equality for everyone.
I shouldn’t have to be resourceful and that it’s my body, so of course it suits me.
“Forget her. She has the temperament of a thirteen-year-old.”
for the first time in a very long time, I’m sitting down to sketch. Not because I have to, but because I want to.
I nearly hold my breath, but you wanna know what? Screw it. If I have to literally stop breathing to get into this Dolce & Gabbana dress, then D&G doesn’t have the good fortune of gracing my body. I have no intention of suffocating all night.
This fat girl looks like a damn princess.
He quickly pops down to one knee as he guides my foot back into the shoe, his fingers wrapped around my ankle as I balance myself on his shoulder.
with all the teenage lifeguards who I thought were so hot
sometimes it feels like the only way to succeed is to know someone.”
“I was lying about cheating off you,” he says. “I just wanted to be close enough to do this.”
His lips touch mine as the waitress begins to call off bingo numbers, and there aren’t many things I’d choose over dumplings, but this kiss would be it.
Time. It’s the one thing he and I can’t seem to get enough of.
His fingers dug into my waist, and he sank even closer to me somehow, my back pressed flat against the wall.
All I want is time with him. Just a little more time.
“I like who I like, and just FYI, if you weren’t totally in love with Henry, you’d totally be my type.”
In many ways, college felt like an extension of high school, but that’s gone now, and I’m not a child anymore.
Sometimes I can’t fall asleep at night, because I’m scared that when I wake up some detail or memory will be fuzzier than it was the day before and eventually I’ll forget them.
suddenly I’m wishing for the very large, very luxurious towels at our New York hotel.
He devours me with a kiss as he slides one hand down the length of my hip and pulls my thigh up, hooking it around his.
“No room on my door for you,”
it’s just the two of us floating on the Titanic door. Because there was definitely room for two.
And maybe—just maybe—fate isn’t a total crock. Maybe the fairy tales aren’t all wrong.
America might love me, but Henry does not.
The hardest part about Dad dying was not being able to say goodbye. The last time I saw him was just like any other time.
All the things you forget exist even after a person dies.
I’d choose you every time.
My greatest hope for you, my love, is that you choose yourself as well. Choose what makes you happy. Things, places, people. Only choose the ones that bring that delight to you.
Just someone so that the burden of this decision isn’t entirely my own.
“I love you, Cin-Cin.” “I love you, Gus-Gus.”
“Tell the pilot to do a good job,”
The best part about crossing any bridge is the chance to look back and be able to fully understand where you came from.
life feeds into art and art feeds into life.”
“I’m honored to witness your pain.”
“Ugh, what a leech.”
“There will be other tongues in the sea.”
I chose to be here. I chose myself.

