34 /365: stardust on the hood of your car
“Name the one moment that you knew, for whatever reason, you were going to be okay. Whatever happened to you, you just knew that you nothing could touch you.”
“That isn’t easy. I have to think about that.”
“It’s not supposed to be easy. You picked this game, remember?”
“Yeah, I remember. Serves me right… okay. I think I’ve got it. Do you remember that time we went stargazing in Norfolk?”
“Well, that’s it. That’s the moment that I remember feeling untouchable.”
“What do you mean? How can you say that? We were two undetectable blips in the middle of space observing giant balls of gas trillions of times our size. Nothing should make you feel more temporary—changeable.”
Is ‘fat’ really the worst thing a human being can be? Is ‘fat’ worse than ‘vindictive’, ‘jealous’, ‘shallow’, ‘vain’, ‘boring’ or ‘cruel’? Not to me.
boys i momentarily fell in love with (pt. 5)
the campus officer who stops his van when he sees me
or rather, the officer in the passenger seat (who says next to nothing)
because i catch him staring
and because he used to live in my building
Books are like mirrors: if a fool looks in, you cannot expect a genius to look out.