I wanted so badly to lie down next to her on the couch, to wrap my arms around her and sleep. Not fuck, like in those movies. Not even have sex. Just sleep together, in the most innocent sense of the phrase. But I lacked the courage and she had a boyfriend and I was gawky and she was gorgeous and I was hopelessly boring and she was endlessly fascinating. So I walked back to my room and collapsed on the bottom bunk, thinking that if people were rain, I was drizzle and she was a hurricane.
- Miles "Pudge" Halter about Alaska Young, p. 88
Blessed, we are. Whether you see it or not, we have so many things that are beautiful in our life. Most things we take for granted.
Let the ground shake, and the dust under your drawers come to life. Let the inanimate, even inside yourself become stubborn limbs that rot and fall away.
Bring me beauties and butterflies, my Spring love.
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