Andrew White

of the topics above will burn you, I respect your decision to step away. Actually, I admire you—I’ve never been so careful.

It always feels like there’s an anvil on my sternum whenever someone is upset with me.

The first time I dreamed of taking out my eyes, I didn’t actually do it. I wanted to, but I believed that when they were finally removed from my skull, you’d be able to reach into the socket and touch the brain with a finger; that without the eye, you could poke the gelatinous mess and stir it up like a soup. How terrible. How disgusting. How badly Mother and Father and my tutors would have wanted to do so if they thought it would change me