Fans of the Impossible Life

By Kate Scelsa; Published In 2015
Genres: Young Adult, Contemporary, Glbt, Romance
And I love that all their overdone liberal bullshit totally backfired," he said. "Of course it did. People are assholes. End of story."
"The world according to Sebastian Tate."
"It's a philosophy that has gotten me far in life.

And I say, 'We are pilgrims too.'
And we say, 'But this time we won't lie. We will tell the truth about our explorations.

Are you just hoping to see some boobs, Rose?" Sebby asked. "Is that what this is about?"
"Oh yeah," Rose said. "I've got a one-track mind and it's all about JV boobs.

Bartender," she said to an invisible person, "a Jeremy special." She grabbed two plastic cups. "Coming right up," she replied to herself.
The Jeremy special ended up being an elaborate mix of fruit juices and vodka, and wasn't half bad.
"i think you have a successful bartending career ahead of you," I said as we made our way into the living room.
"Later I'll make you the Sebby special," she said. "It's used to remove paint from cars.

He picked out a neon-green Sour Patch Kid and held it in front of her face. "Do you accept this little sugar man and his mission to bring you peace and fulfillment with the risk of a major sugar crash to follow?"
"I do," she said. "I accept the terms of the tiny sugar man, and the wrath of my impossible mother.

I can see the future. Oh look! I see us! There we are. We look great.

I know what you mean", she said. "Families can seem so normal and boring from the inside that you don't know you're different until someone else makes you feel different.

I know you think that we saved you or something, Jeremy," he said. "That we were stronger than you. But we're not. We weren't. We're all just trying to survive however we can.

In a really good thrift store you feel like you're in a room with all of these stories, and it's up to you to go and find the stories that you want to bring home with you. And then when you wear the clothes, they help you tell a new story, but they're bringing that old part with them and with you and you're benefiting from that in a way that you can't even really understand.

I picked up the blue tube again, unscrewed the cap, and squeezed a perfect line of paint onto the palate. As soon as I brushed it on the canvas, I was responsible for it, for the inevitable imperfections. My world had always been like that paint, left on a palate. That color was a passive observer. But not it wanted to make something of itself. And I was terrified.

Je verbonden voelen met andere mensen houdt bepaalde risico's in. Vooral als je je hele persoonlijkheid al had afgestemd op alleen-zijn. Niet dat het een opwindend bestaan was, maar in mijn eenzaamheid was ik van niemand afhankelijk.

Like many things with Julie, "family time" did not happen because it was something that you wanted to do. It happened because it was dictated by some outward force of propriety.

Love remembers the places where it touched down. You can follow it back to them.

May we live impossibly,” Sebby said when he opened his eyes. “Against all odds. May people look at us and wonder how such jewels can sparkle in the sad desert of the world. May we live the impossible life.

No podía dejar que eso me derrotara. No iba a permitir que la estupidez de otras personas controlara mi vida.

Probably not great to call a nine-year-old a prostitute," Mira said.
"Fine. Filthy whore, then.

Rose, this is Sebby," she said. "Sebby, Rose."
"Oh yeah. Sebastian, right?" Rose said. "I've hard about you."
"Only terrible things, I hope."
"The worst.

So when someone new came into this world of preordained power structures, someone who looked like they might understand a certain kind of emptiness, you might notice her.

They rolled up the maps of their bodies until they were two continents of interlocking roads and rivers and dreams, and she thought, ‘This is how I will learn to live again’.

What are we going to do?" I said.

"I guess we're going to sit here and wait for this night to end. Every night has to end eventually.

What if the insane are too raw to know which stations are real and which are just confused static?

Wow," Mira said, looking around, "super fun."
"When do they bring out the pig's blood and dump it on the head of the awkward girl with telekinetic powers?" Sebby asked.
"Not until ten, I think."
"Well, what are we supposed to do until then? This was not well planned.

You have been here before.

The highway winding north through dark New England forests.

You can come back.

Love remembers the places where it touched down.

You can follow it back to them.

You have been here before.

The highway winding north through dark New England forests. White dunes towering above the sides of the road, looking like the moon.

You can come back. Even after you hurt each other too deeply to comprehend. Even after the impossible becomes just that. Too far out of reach even to dream.

Love remembers the places where it touched down, left an invisible trail on your bodies. Follow it back. You can follow it back to them.