sometimes people think they're above the laws the rest of us live by. they're blind to their own imperfections.
Ellen Wittlingernobody is like anybody else. that's why nobody gets along with anybody else.
Ellen Wittlingerwhat's normal, she said. adults are all just weird in different ways.
Ellen Wittlingeri want to look at all my tears, she said. which made me shiver
Ellen WittlingerPeople changed lots of other personal things all the time. They dyed their hair and dieted themselves to near death. They took steroids to build muscles and got breast implants and nose jobs so they'd resemble their favorite movie stars. They changed names and majors and jobs and husbands and wives. They changed religions and political parties. They moved across the country or the world — even changed nationalities. Why was gender the one sacred thing we weren’t supposed to change? Who made that rule?
Ellen WittlingerMots clés transgender
When people say they love you, you just have to decide to believe them, because you'll never know for sure.
Ellen WittlingerI watched her walk away, first thinking: good riddance – who needs this abuse? And then after a minute thinking: she never really understood me anyway. Which rapidly changed to: I never understood her at all. And before long I was watching her small back disappear and thinking: there goes the only person who ever gave a damn about me.
Ellen WittlingerIt seems obvious to me that the more queer books there are in the wolrd, the more queer kids we reach with the message that they are not alone, the fewer LGBT kids become one of these grim statistics.
Ellen WittlingerIt's a lie, you know, to pretend that nothing is important to you. It's hiding. Believe me, I know because I hid for a long time. But now I won't do it anymore. The truth is bioluminescent. I don't lie, and I don't waste time on people who do.
Ellen WittlingerI trust the red sun setting,
the leafless November trees.
On Monday morning I look foward
fearlessly to Friday’s eve.
But humans are not as reliable
as nature, as trees.
I wonder if you’ll come back;
I trust only that you leave.
Mots clés first-love ellen-wittlinger hard-love
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