“By the time we left college, I had become my own image: a dandelion in the flower bed of society. Kinda cute, but still a weed.”
“Whether a dandelion is a weed or a flower is entirely a matter of perspective.”
“They run amuck; I let them. Pride of lions in the yard. Stare and they burn a hole in your retina. A common flower, a weed that no one sees, yes. But for us, a noble thing, the dandelion.”
“Hey Kizuki, I thought, you're not missing a damn thing. This world is a piece of shit. The assholes are earning their college credits and helping to create a society in their own disgusting image.”
“She was healthy & thriving, like a weed: a weed with no interest in trying to become, say, a proper flower.”
“I had my own bed. I slept in it alone, except for those times when we needed—not sex—but sex was how we got there.”