Adam: [scoffs violently] No.

4. my dad

Want and need were words that got eaten smaller and smaller: Freedom, autonomy, a perennial bank balance, a stainless-steel condo in a dustless city, a silky black car, to make out with Blue, eight hours of sleep, a cell phone, a bed, to kiss Blue just once, a blister-less heel, bacon for breakfast, to hold Blue’s hand, one hour of sleep, toilet paper, deodorant, a soda, a minute to close his eyes.

i am unknowable.

“rags to riches isn’t a story anyone wants to hear until after it’s done.”

                     the raven cycle – adam parrish rags to riches isn’t a story anyone wants to hear until after it’s done 

He hadn’t stopped being thankful for his body. Hello, Adam Parrish’s formerly chapped hands, I’m happy to have you.

being adam parrish was a complicated thing, a wonder of muscles and organs, synapses and nerves. he was a miracle of moving parts, a study in survival.

The most important thing to Adam Parrish had always been free will, the ability to be his own master. This was the important thing. It had always been the important thing.

I am such a damaged thing.

if you combined these t w o things — the unfathomable and the practical — you were most of the way to understanding a d a m p a r r i s h.