Tia Williams

“I don’t miss drinking,” he continued. “But I do miss having a crutch. At first, I’d look at sober people like, damn, y’all really out here feeling everything?”

nostalgic for it before it had even ended

She’d always felt as if she were impersonating a human

“You burst into

my solitude, demanding to be seen. You were overwhelming. Just wild and weird and brilliant, and I never had a choice. I liked everything about you. Even the scary parts. I wanted to drown in your fucking bathwater.”

“I’m not just writing about you,” said Shane. “I’m writing to you.”

There’s an alternate universe where I never left, he thought.

They were labeled by feeling: COMA (Valium), CHILL (weed), PARTY (cocaine), LSATS (Adderall), WHORE (ecstasy), NUMB (Percocet), and so on.

I put the ‘hug’ in ‘thug

“Don’t fight. Write.”