77 Quotes by Michelle Tea

Don’t you ever fucking write about me! Andy hollered, and was gone.

I wanted her so badly, my heart hung out of my chest like some hound-dog's tongue, pant, pant.

This is growing up, having to stomp out love, this is how people turn terrible.

and give me insults, give meeconomic discrimination, give methe darkened parking lot of a windowless queer bar, give me fleets of bigots and books bannedin libraries across america, feed the worldwith lies about my life and plop a secondhelping of oppression on my plateand thank you for not making me straight.

It is so hard for a queer person to become an adult. Deprived of the markers of life's passage, they lolled about in a neverland dreamworld. They didn't get married. They didn't have children. They didn't buy homes or have job-jobs. The best that could be aimed for was an academic placement and a lover who eventually tired of pansexual sport-fucking and settled down with you to raise a rescue animal in a rent-controlled apartment.

She was just so sad. Her whole face hung with it, like sadness was her personal gravity.

I was so sad that day. My heart was trying to climb from my body.

You can’t get lost if you have nowhere to be.

She broke my heart, so now I have to write about her forever. It made everything different. It's something that can only happen once.