I'm not asexual. I'm arelationshipal.

She had a dour Presbyterian mind and a code of morals that pinned down and beat the brains out of nearly everything that was pleasant to do.

Not that smart. Not that hot. Not that nice. Not that funny. That's me: I'm not that.

You don't get to choose if you get hurt in this world...but you do have some say in who hurts you. I like my choices.

You are so busy being YOU that you have no idea how utterly unprecedented you are.

She did not need to fold into herself and self-destruct. Those awful things are survivable, because we are as indestructible as we believe ourselves to be. When adults say, "Teenagers think the hate invincible," with that sly, stupid smile on their faces, they don't know how right they are. We need never be hopeless, because we can never be irreparably broken.