Frida

“the dew-sprangled lawn and the silk of Andrew's hair knotted in his fist, the gross patch of drool spreading on his chest, watching the sun come up and thinking fierce as devotion 'this is mine forever' until sleep sucked him under again”
― Lee Mandelo, Summer Sons

“His face twisted through several contradictory emotions and he said, "For fuck's sake Andrew. Is there anything in this scenario that feels heterosexual or well-adjusted to you?”
― Lee Mandelo, Summer Sons

“Do good works or commission an opera house or just take it out and gaze at it longingly when you think of the handsome prince you might have made your own. For the record, I favor the latter option, preferably paired with copious tears and the recitation of bad poetry.”
― Leigh Bardugo, Ruin and Rising

“It's a choice I made, getting in this thing with you, whatever it is. But don't mistake me, I'm not interested in filling in for a ghost.”
― Lee Mandelo, Summer Sons