And I wasn’t gonna be just ok. I was gonna be perfect. - Andrea Gibson

I suppose we wear our traumas the way the guillotine wears gravity; our lovers' necks are so soft.

She makes me feel like I could win the lottery with a parking ticket.

In gym class, a girl called me a dyke and I didn't have the language to tell her she was wrong and right. I just showed up at her house promising to paint my fingernails red with what would gush from her busted face if she ever said it again.