Do not define me by my gender or my socio-economic status, Noah Willis. Do not tell me who I am and do not tell me who society thinks I am and then put me in that box and expect me to stay there. Because, I swear to God, I will climb the hell out of that box and I will take that box you’ve just put me in and I will use that box to smash your face in until you’re nothing more than a freckly, bloodied pulp. You got that, sweet cheeks?

I’m still shy,” I admit, pulling the sleeves over my hands, “and I might always be, I don’t know, but I think you can be shy and still feel okay about yourself at the same time.

With the moon, it’s more subtle, and it reminds me of myself, the way part of the moon is almost always hidden. It takes time for the moon to show herself.

Because you don’t get to choose your parents,, and at some point you realise that maybe your parents just aren’t able to parent very well, but we exist, and the only choice we’ve got in the whole situation is whether we’re gonna love them anyway. It’s as simple and messy and complicated as that.

I don’t have the memories that she does, and a particular set of lyrics can’t open a box inside of me where memories curl out like wisps of smoke.

To be born with few brains, well, that’s unfortunate. To be born with brains to spare and to waste them? That’s a sin.

Have you ever thought about how weird it is? That, like, an infinite amount of time happened before we existed, and an infinite amount of time will happen after we’re dead, and we’re sitting here, living our lives, just a tiny blink of existence sandwiched between infinity?

I take that folded moment and I put it in my pocket.

When you have nobody to hold your hand to keep you safe you just have to use your other one so you can hold onto yourself.

Everybody’s good when they’re good, darling. You don’t judge a person by that. It’s how they act when things aren’t good that tells you who they really are.