...i think white is the color of insanity

when you have to pretend to be straight but then someone asks you what you think of girls

when your jam comes on

"I've something to give you, darlin'. It took me some time to think over and decide on, mostly in terms of .. oh, I don't even know if I'm ready to hand it to you .."

"I was imagining something .. y’unno, sweet and simple. A private arrangement, with a few people serving as guests." Stephanie ran with the thought, words attaining a sense of dissonance from reality, as it were. "I’d build little flower-crowns made from rosemary for us both, and the attendees, have a big pot of tea sitting there .. fold-out blankets, those Asian fabrics they’ve got, we wouldn’t even have to stand. Oh, it’s gonna be a gorgeous little feat!"

"I've something to give you, darlin'. It took me some time to think over and decide on, mostly in terms of .. oh, I don't even know if I'm ready to hand it to you .."

"What are you scared of?" She inquired, genuinely worried about whether or not the decision to propose was a good one at the time, beginning to shrink somewhat into herself. "I’ll leave you alone, if .. if that’s what you want."

"I've something to give you, darlin'. It took me some time to think over and decide on, mostly in terms of .. oh, I don't even know if I'm ready to hand it to you .."

"What are you scared of?" She inquired, genuinely worried about whether or not the decision to propose was a good one at the time, beginning to shrink somewhat into herself. "I’ll leave you alone, if .. if that’s what you want."

"I've something to give you, darlin'. It took me some time to think over and decide on, mostly in terms of .. oh, I don't even know if I'm ready to hand it to you .."

"But I'm scared, Stevie. I've no idea. I've no idea what to do."