I'm Gay. I Know Things.

I've Found That The Way A Person Feels About Cats-and The Way They Feel About Him Or Her In Return-is Usually An Excellent Gauge By Which To Measure A Person's Character

I Don’t Like The Way He Looks At You.” My Stomach Lurched. “what Do You Mean? How Does He Look At Me?” “like You’re Not A Student And He’s Not A Teacher.

Then Your Heart Is A Black, Shriveled Thing, Because You Absoluteky Betray Me.

And Kissing Him Is Like Sucking On Alcohol-soaked Feet.

"you Ever Have That Happen Where You Meet Someone And Just - Clash? We Were Like A Gravel And Cream Sandwhich." "that Is The Weirdest Thing You Have Ever Said. I Suppose You Were The Cream?" "of Course I Was The Cream. Sha."