Little & Lion

Lionel said as much to me once, how so many of the same people who are quick to empathize with physical disabilities don't understand why someone with depression can't just get up and get on with their day like the rest of the world. It's like they need a receipt that proves someone is actually going through some shit before they care about them.

Bravery doesn't always look like you think it will. And it's never too late to stand up for the right thing.

We're sixteen. People expect us to fuck up.

There are different levels of trust, and I need to get back to the point where he trusts me so much he no longer has to say it aloud.

Sometimes I wish I could go back to being ten years old. Even just for a day. Everything was easier then.

it’s like I’m seeing her for the first time every time.

I hate that I feel like nothing good is ever going to happen to me again. And that sometimes I don’t really feel anything at all. Like I’m just watching some dude who looks like me and it’s really fucking boring to spy on him because all he wants to do is stay in bed.

She gently pushes me back on the bed and we start kissing again.

And the next, I was pressed against the wall, her lips moving in a swift line from my chin to my collarbone.

She hovers over me, her breasts bare.

She was ALWAYS nice to me. ALWAYS. And patient and sweet. She was good to me and a good person in general.

Lionel is entirely too outdoorsy for such a bookish person

I am positive I just witnessed my brother falling in love at first sight.

None of the bookstores or libraries he'd visit are open, so that knocks out three-quarters of his life right there.

I dreamed about her.

Talking about it makes it real again, harder to forget.

Always wanted to be with his books.

Lionel is entirely too outdoorsy for such a bookish person.

I’m prepared to ride around for a while, looking for parking, but then the most magical thing that can happen in L.A. occurs—we find an empty spot just two parking meters down.