“A year later we were in a coffee shop, the kind taking a last stand against Starbucks with its thrift-store chairs, vegan cookies, and over-promising teas with names like Serenity and Inner Peace. I was curled up with a stack… — Julie Buxbaum Copy Share
“Here's what I know: I eat mass quantities of red meat, curse religiously, sing out of tune but with conviction. I cry when it suits me, laugh when it's inopportune, read The New York Times obituaries and wedding announcements, out… — Julie Buxbaum Copy Share Image
“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
