244 Quotes by Andrea Gibson

I’m not a pessimist, I’m just thinking about how she said, ‘I love you,’ while I was having a panic attack and how that means she’s probably a liar and how she’ll likely cut off her own nose to prove me wrong and how then she won’t smell my pheromones and how then we’ll both die of lesbian bed death.

I met a woman and we were lying in her bed, about to kiss for the very first time. Just before our lips touched she jumped up and ran to her closet and grabbed a stethoscope. She came back to the bed, put the earpieces in my ears, slipped the disc down her shirt onto her heart, and whispered, ‘I want you to listen to my heart speed up when you kiss me.’ And I kissed her, and I listened to her heart beat faster and faster and faster.

I decided I was going to read only social justice poetry through my entire set. But when I was making my set list it hit me that the simple existence of the word ‘she’ in my love poem made it a political poem. Isn’t that criminal? Isn’t it criminal that love is a political thing? That the heart is a political thing?

The present is far from gift-wrapped.

I keep remembering being fifteen at Disneyland wearing my best friend’s hoodie like it was my boyfriend’s class ring. How many years it took me just to touch her face. How many years I sent praying my heart could play dead ‘til the threat was gone. ‘Til the world changed. ‘Til history was history.

Hey, are you a boy or a – never mind, can I have a push on the swing?” And some day, y’all, when we grow up, it’s all gonna be that simple.

Something difficult to stomach in this life is the fact that we might all learn and grow at a pace that will hurt people.

Science just proved that an atom can exist in two places at one time and I believe people are not always only at the scene of their crimes. Even the worst of us, I trust, are often also somewhere holy, somewhere kind.

They want you thinking you’re bad at being a girl instead of good at being yourself. They want you to buy your blush from a store instead of letting it bloom from your butterflies. They’re telling you to blend in, like you’ve never seen how a blender works. Like they think you’ve never seen the mess from the blade.