My knitting is simple”, he said again. Ï can make anything you want with it, but it will always be simple.
hope could betray you—but if you had no hope, life could actuallysurprise you in the best of ways.
I’ve loved him since I’ve known him, Mrs. Daniels. He just finally stopped fighting.
Honestly—who puts a hamburger next to diet tofu curry unless they’re trying to buy your soul?
Sex was lovely. Sex was sublime. Sex was flesh and cock and suck and fuck and come. This night sex was starlight. Sex was oxygen. Sex was us, and we were beautiful, beautiful and perfect in each other’s arms.
What must it be like to have such faith in the world, in plans, in your own ability to control your fate? It was contagious, that’s what it was. I could not help it. I caught his hope like a plague.
I was asleep for almost ten years. And then this big goober with all these fucking weird animals moved into my house, and I was suddenly awake.
They made love until Chris had to leave for the airport, without sleeping at all. After Chris had left, wearing wrinkled jeans and Xander’s sweat and seed on his skin, Xander flopped back onto the bed and looked miserably at the clock.
That night Tommy kissed him and eased his way into Chase’s body so gently that when Chase came, his vision washed in white, not red, and it did for him what sex with Tommy always did for him: set him free and let him fly.
So, he, uhm, all ac/ac, or a little ac/dc?” she asked, blushing, and Chase’s grin about swallowed his face.”He claims to be ac/dc,” he said, watching her face light up completely.
He’d always known that shit rolled downhill, but he never knew tears did the same thing.
…every vertebrae on his back was a prayer bead under my hands.
The army don’t teach enlisted men how to fly,” I said, trying to hold onto my dignity. “We gotta do that for ourselves.
It takes a truly great man to see that he’s been wrong and to apologize for it, even in the face of the obvious.
Rico laughed a little, feeling helpless. “Is your life always this…I don’t know-“”Tide of chaos washing ashore on the beach of what the fuck? Yesh.
The scarf could go on and on and on and on, and it could be the harlot-red banner of shame that wrapped him up and kept him warm when the nights grew lonely and cold.
If you cannot see the fineness in my Hammer, you’d best look at him with better eyes.
I tried very hard not to ponder the horrible irony that I was too ugly to love, and too ugly not to violate.
Okay. Some things were made of hope. But not this thing. This thing he was doing, that was made of surrender. He did it anyway. At least when you surrendered, you had time to kiss the people you loved good-bye.