Whatever happens”—his grip tightens a little—“I wish you all the best, Benjamin De Backer.” He says it with a smile. “You deserve it.

I don't know whether to cry or scream or do both. It feels like I've done more than enough of both. And it feels like I haven't done enough.And at some point, I know I'm going to have to crawl out of this bed and pick up the pieces but right now, it can be just me. Just me, these four walls, and this bed.The universe doesn't have to exist outside this bedroom, and that's perfectly okay.

You always point out the problems with the paintings or the drawings. But what about the things you got right?""What about them?""Don't they mean something?

Bodies are fucking weird, especially when it feels like you don't belong in your own.

That's not what's going to happen. Why would you think I'd want to lose you like that?