Grief is one big, gaping hole, isn’t it? It’s everywhere and all consuming. Some days you think you can’t go on because the only thing waiting for you is more despair. Some days you don’t want to go on because it’s easier to give up than to get hurt again.
There are countless reasons for reading, but when you’re young and uncertain of your identity, of who you may be, one of the most compelling is the quest to discover yourself reflected in the pages of a book.
There are tons of kids out there who endure chronic abuse and suffer in silence. They can’t trust anyone, they can’t tell anyone, and they have no idea how to get away from it.
Don’t try to be brave all at once. Take it in steps.
Reducing a group to a slur or stereotype reduces us all.
I guess what they say is true-sometimes you have to smack up against a brick wall before you can admit it’s time to change or die. For me the death was an emotional one. It’s taken me this long to figure out I was killing myself by shutting off my true feelings and desires.
One of the best ways you can fight discrimination is by taking good care of yourself. Your survival is not just important; it’s an act of revolution.
There were things that Pumpkin Head-now not Pumpkin Head anymore-had to do to be a girl. He had to be careful how he dressed, and how he acted. He had to be careful how he talked, and he always had to be calm. He was very frightened of what would happen if he didn’t stay calm. For his face was really just a wonderful plastic one. The real Pumpkin Head was still inside, locked in, waiting to come out.
Amazing how eye and skin color come in many shades yet many think sexuality is just gay or straight.
Urging an organization to be inclusive is not an attack. It’s progress.