The Uncertainty Of Our Future Is Nothing

Please, I'm A Transgender Former Boy-bander. You Think I Don't Know How To Defend Myself?

But Aren't Many Gardens Beautiful Because They Are Imperfect?...aren't The Strange, New Flowers That Arise By Mistake Or Misadventure As Pleasing As The Well-tended And Planned?

All The Small, Simple, Conscious Acts Of Living A Sudden Defense Against The Dying We Do Every Day.

We Don't Look At Each Other Anymore. Not Really. Not Since I Pulled Him From That Opium Den. Now When I Look At Him, I See The Addict. And When He Looks At Me, He Sees What He Would Rather Not Remember. I Wish I Could Be His Adored Little Girl Again, Sitting At His Side.

What Kind Of Person Doesn't Let You Have Gummi Bears?