“What’s love when you’re too fucked up to feel it right?I think it’s a weapon.”

“I don't want to die, but I wish waking up every morning didn't feel like such a fuck-you every single time.”

“Charlotte is a prism for my life. Without her, my existence looks pale and bleak and somewhere near the middle of the suck-meter. But around her, I see clearly that my life isn’t made up of anything mediocre, but instead is some combination of the amazing and the dreadful— my brother who adores me, my parents who want what’s best for me, my brother who’s dying, my parents who won’t understand me. It’s not gray at all; it’s too painfully colorful and fantastic and awful for me to see without her help.”

“Pathetic, huh?” He learned that wordfrom me.“Yeah. It’s like the opposite of a fish,right?”

“I hold my finger up to his lips. He flicks his eyes down to look at it."You're absolved," I tell him.He brings his eyes back up to mine. There's no fucking way he knows what that word means. That's a word I dream someone will say to me.So I put it in his language. "You're free.”

“I hate when people do this. I hate when people hide their cards to feel secret and strong. That's no way of dealing with anything.”

“I am tough for a reason and it is to fucking destroy the music. I dance hard.”