“Eat,” my mother says. “And then we’ll figure out what to do next.” Her we sounds nice—not like the we of What are we going to do with you? This we implies that I am not alone, that we are… — Julie Buxbaum Copy Share
“Do you ever think about how your name doesn't fit you? I mean, you're usually Kit in my head, but really I think your name should have a Z in it, because you're confusing and zigzagged and pop up in surprising places--like my lunch table and these bleachers. I really didn't think you'd come--and maybe also the neighbor eight, because...… — Julie Buxbaum Copy Share
“Instead of trying to watch it happen differently, why don't you try to not watch it at all?” — Julie Buxbaum Copy Share Image
“They seem to understand that the world is a big, diverse place, and that different is not the same thing as scary. It’s amazing… — Julie Buxbaum Copy Share Image
“Miney says: “Mom is a closet weirdo, and dad is a closet normal, and that’s why they work.” — Julie Buxbaum Copy Share Image
“I think about what it would be like to kiss her, to touch my fingertip to her clavicle cluster, to not worry about our… — Julie Buxbaum Copy Share Image
“I think David was the one who kicked ass today,” I say. “Literally and figuratively,” David says. “I’ve never seen anything like it. He… — Julie Buxbaum Copy Share Image
“SN: how’s your day, Ms. Holmes? Me: Not bad. Yours? SN: good. been doing my homework in listicle form, because, you know, anything to make it more interesting. Me: Do you think college will actually be better? For real? SN: hope so. but then again, I just read about a guy who lost a ball in a frat hazing incident.… — Julie Buxbaum Copy Share
“ I hear my mom in my head, for just a second, since her voice has mostly evaporated—water to air, or maybe disintegrated, dirt to… — Julie Buxbaum Copy Share Image
“This is the opposite of love, I realize, when I look over and see my empty couch, see right through my imaginary companions. The opposite of love isn't hate; it isn't even indifference. It's fucking disembowelment. Hara-kiri. Taking a huge shovel and digging out your own heart, and your intestines, and leaving behind nothing. Nothing of yourself to give, nothing,… — Julie Buxbaum Copy Share
“Annie: I wonder if when he talks dirty, he gets all science-y. Oooh, your matter makes my particles throb.” — Julie Buxbaum Copy Share Image
“And now that I've been exposed to this feeling, perfect mouth against perfect mouth, the natural order of things, I wonder why people don't… — Julie Buxbaum Copy Share Image
