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.
Amy LaneSo,” Asa said conversationally, “want to go home and play butterflies?”
Sebastian grimaced. “Do you promise not to pull my wings off?”
Asa looked at him sideways. “Do you promise to fly back?
He had learned that sometimes, watching someone work or standing beside them, looking at stars or at bugs or at a sunset, was far more communicative than the eternal babble that sprung from his own wayward tongue.
Amy LaneWalking away from you was like walking away from the best part of me. I almost didn’t recognize him.Walking away from you was like walking away from the best part of me. I almost didn’t recognize him.
Amy LaneIf you’re decent to people, you’ll usually find out they’re decent people, too.
Amy LaneKindness is not weakness, Malcolm. Forgiveness isn’t lack of backbone. Forgiveness is the thing that lets human beings not strangle each other after a half an hour’s acquaintance. It’s not something you in particular should shit on, you know?
Amy LaneOkay, basics. The three S’s: shower, shit, and shave—every man could do that in his sleep. So he did. He managed his complete morning routine in a mental and emotional coma.
Amy LaneHonestly—who puts a hamburger next to diet tofu curry unless they’re trying to buy your soul?
Amy LaneTags: humour
Yes. You couldn’t make anyone else happy. He tried to tell himself that, and drink through the buzzing little voice saying that, for a few short weeks, he actually had made someone else happy. And Owen had made him happy too.
Amy LaneReally? Brixton? Where nobody speaks fucking English?” Okay, that wasn’t quite fair, and supposedly Brixton was getting “gentrified.” “Remember Guns of Brixton, the Clash?
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