You are beautiful because you’re funny. You are alive because you’re a question.

So what if I have more regrets Than birthdays I am old.

What kind of bodies are movable and feasts. What color are visions.

13 Ways of Looking at a Black Girl.

All my friends are changing religions and getting laid. I have been too patient.

I am a dreamer with empty hands and I like the chill.

I admired how perfectly matched they seemed to be, and I started to wonder about my own, personal definition of love. Had it been wrong? Had it been the cause of my misery all these years? Was it possible that I had somehow adopted a skewed version somewhere along the way?

But I won't judge you if you don't judge me

...there was no fucking chance I was going to hang out with Jennifer doing scrapbooking. I couldn't trust her with scissors for one thing.

And I would stop and take you in, all of you, and when our eyes lock we'd just stare into each other's souls and all of the lost time would come out in the shape of a big smile, a few tears and a tight hug that feels like...I don't know, it would feel like home.