teen

You are a blue rose, Letti. It__ almost impossible that you exist amongst the other roses but you do. You bring wonder to those who are lucky enough to find you. The blue rose is lonely, lost and awaits someone special to believe in them; the same feeling I got from you the day we met. Blue roses are incomprehensible and mysterious. And so are you.

Relationships take work. It isn__ true love if things go smoothly.

So I__ figuring this is death. The little air left in the cockpit is toxic with marthenine, and I can only wonder how much of it I have breathed in. Is my throat becoming raw hamburger? My lungs, oatmeal?

That__ when I notice Cheryl and Mickey cuddled up on the couch. She__ leaning on his shoulder, his arm around her, her leg across his lap. Cheryl throws glances at Kerry that say, __ook at me!_ while Kerry shoots a __ou go, girl!_ smirk right back. I think of CK, how he and I often sat like that. Not because we were seconds from making out or wanted to look like a couple, but just out of a deep, platonic connection. My heart hits a higher notch on the ache-o-meter, my teeth sear into my bottom lip, and then something inside me snaps as cleanly as a crayon.

From DW:I got it. __ere's the thing,_ I said. "I'm not going to be the government's bitch.

Don't forget - no one else sees the world the way you do, so no one else can tell the stories that you have to tell.

The thing to remember when you're writing is, it's not whether or not what you put on paper is true. It's whether it wakes a truth in your reader.

The most magical thing I have come across is a beautiful face with a beautiful heart and it's you_ _

It's like I'm thirteen again and he's my crush. All I'm aware of in this entire roomful of people is him. Where he is, what he's doing, who he's talking to.

And Esme remembered in a rush--the wolfsong, the haunting, lyrical spirals of it in the dawn quiet and the feeling of euphoria that had attended it. Even in recollection the howling uplifted her like the crescendo at the end of a symphony and made her heartbeat quicken.

James, you__ like Lou Reed,_ Michael insisted. __e was bisexual.__heir laughter turned to coughs. They were all staring at me when I turned around. I told myself to relax.__h, yeah?_ I said. __e doesn__ sound bisexual.__ichael just shook his head, but Ronan and Glenn smiled.__hey did electroshock therapy on him when he was a teenager,_ Michael said.__lectro-what?_ said Glenn. __hey electrocuted people?___ind of. They zapped their brains to alter their personalities. That__ how they tried to make gay people straight back then.__hey all looked at me for a response.I shrugged. __o, he was bisexual? It worked halfway?

Everything seemed less frightening with music, even more so with music I knew by heart. It forced a familiar perspective on the scary unknown that was about to happen.

But even when I stop crying, even when we fall asleep and I'm nestled in his arms, this will leave another scar. No one will see it. No one will know. But it will be there. And eventually all of the scars will have scars, and that's all I'll be--one big scar of a love gone wrong.

She smiled, and her eyes started to drift downward. "Cather..." Back up to his eyes."You know that I'm falling in love with you, right?

It's a date.""It's a cookie.""It's a cookie date.

History is just a way of keeping score, but it doesn't have to be who we are.

Milkshakes make the world seem less shitty.

Bonding over illegal drugs hadn't magically solved our problems,