Tell Me How to Be

Lies are like children, the second you conceive them you must protect them at all costs.

Sometimes even dragons give birth to runts. It’s not the runt that’s the problem; it’s the task of shielding him from the world.

Do you know what it’s like to have so much love inside you and no one to give it to? To be the vessel of unwanted light? My father said even the sweetest things turn sour if there’s no one to consume them. Jewels tarnish. Flowers die. Fruit goes rotten. Love turns to bitterness and hatred and rage.

We exchanged secret kicks, knowing looks, escaped into the bathroom to avoid our parents’ talk. You came into my life and rimmed it with gold. Everything was more bearable with you by my side.

The world can create so much beauty; like children, we smear it with dirt.

what’s so wrong with a dangerous woman?

I’ve always hated goodbyes, the lump that forms in your throat, the shame of unwanted tears, the way your own body betrays you, revealing the messiness inside.

You came into my life and rimmed it with gold. Everything was more bearable with you by my side.

Do you know what it's like to have so much love inside you and no one to give it to? To be the vessel of unwanted light? My father said even the sweetest things turn sour if there's no one to consume them. Jewels tarnish. Flowers die. Fruit goes rotten. Love turns to bitterness and hatred and rage.

For every boy I ever loved, there was a corresponding song.____For you, Parth, there were many, every beat ever pounded, every melody ever hummed, all the songs ever written, including the ones we never heard.

The only thing worse than a straight white man was a gay one—because gay white men conceal their racism with sequins, while straight ones wear it proudly on their sleeves.