Quotes About Identity

and i'm thinking, aren't i supposed to be the one who's freaking out here? tiny is going to be the first b-b-b- (i can't do it) boy-f-f-f (c'mon, will) boyf-boyf (here we go) boyfriend of mine that she's ever met.

Be careful what you're doing, because no one is ever who you want them to be. And the less you really know them, the more likely you are to confuse them with the person inside your head.

Living within the definition of his own truth, just like me. He knows who he wants to be. Most people our age don't have to do that. They stay within the realm of the easy. If you want to live within the definition of your own truth, you have to choose to go through the initially painful and ultimately comforting process of finding it.

Don't get trapped into thinking people are halves instead of wholes.

We're not gay. We're eight.

i feel that if my soul could talk it would talk like this

To feel such a longing for his own life, even as he's living it—he wonders what that means.

I felt there was a piece of me missing, a piece that had become so unnerved that it fell away without me feeling it. I didn't even know what piece it was-I just felt the gap, and knew that whatever it was, it must have been important.

But have them tell us that every person needs to be with another person in order to be happy, and we nod along like it's the most obvious thing in the world. But there's no reason for it, is there? It's not a proven truth. It's just some thing that our culture has come to spin itself around, mostly so we'll procreate, and we're the dupes who fall for it over and over and over again.

The only thing I am allowed, the only thing I am given, is myself. It is enough, but only barely.

You can tell a lot about a person from the pages he or she chooses to journal on.

If you were a country, I said, what would your national anthem be? I meant a pre-existing song -- What a Wonderful World or Que Sera, Sera or something to make it a joke, like Hey Ya! (I would like, more than anything else, for my nation to be shaken like a Polaroid picture.)

How did you know it was me?" I have to ask. "The way you looked at me," she says. "It couldn't have been anyone else." This

You never asked what my anthem was. But that's okay, because I still don't know what I'd answer.

You didn't even know my name, I thought. You're just repeating what he said.

Self-preservation isn't worth it if you can't live with the self you're preserving.

it's like kissing a boy, finally, a boy

We didn't have much in common, but I thought that being gay in common would be enough.

am always happiest when I am just attractive enough. Meaning: other people won't find me unattractive. Meaning: I make a positive impression. Meaning: my life is not defined by my attractiveness, because that brings its own perils as well as its own rewards.

As the two of us—past self, my present self—hovered over her bed, I could see each cruel damage written across her skin, beneath her eyes, down into her bones. She was no longer the way she wanted to be remembered. She was already more breath than body.

was immer dich zu dem menschen macht, der du bist - es gefällt mir.<<

My mother sewed my name into all my underwear. But, really, it was another boy's name I was ready to sew into my heart.

People are, in fact, born equal, no matter who they kiss or screw, no matter what dreams they have or love they give.

He looks like a lost puppy, but has the heart of a bitch.