Books—they Weren't Ladders Out Of

I Wanted To Know That He Would Be Okay If I Died. I Wanted To Not Be A Grenade, To Not Be A Malevolent Force In The Lives Of People I Loved.

Thank You For Wearing That Dress Which Is Like Whoa.

You Can't Just Make Me Different, And Then Leave. Because I Was Fine Before, Alaska. I Was Just Fine With Me And Last Words And School Friends, And You Can't Just Make Me Different And Then Die.

It Is So Hard To Leave—until You Leave. And Then It Is The Easiest Goddamned Thing In The World.

The Right Story Needs The Right Telling.