The joy is in remembering; the pain is in knowing it was yesterday.

I wish she could see how it hits him. The look on his face, his life caving in. Because then maybe she’d realize, if only for a split second, that even though the world doesn’t matter to her, she matters to the world.

People like to say being gay isn't like skin color, isn't anything physical. They tell us we always have the option of hiding.But if that's true, why do they always find us?

I want you to be honest with me. Even if it hurts. Although I would prefer for it not to hurt. - A

That's what it felt like - that if I let a little of the hurt out, it would keep pouring out until I was a deflated balloon of a person, with a big monster of hurt in front of me.

Just because it's better now doesn't mean that it's always good.

I wake up thinking of yesterday. The joy is in remembering; the pain is in knowing it was yesterday.

There are boys so enraptured by love that they can't get their hearts to slow down enough to get some rest, and other boys so damaged by love that they can't stop picking at their pain.