I got to the MAX early and it was pouringggggg rain so I kinda trotted over to the stop - intending to catch the next train cuz I still had to buy a ticket and the train that was there was justtttt leaving.
The MAX, the one that was about to leave, threw its doors open again and waited for me to get a ticket.
And it left right after I got on.
That’s one of their lies! I genuinely don’t think that there are any real grown-ups. I think we are kids in drag. We are all wearing grown-up drag, and we’re all fooling each other. ‘Cuz you look around, and you go, ‘Okay, well, he’s definitely a grown-up. She’s a grown-up. I’m pretty sure that’s a grown-up over there’—you get into their heads, they’re going, ‘No, I’m twelve.’ But nobody knows! So it’s okay.
Neil Gaiman, vastly improving my terrified mood one interview at a time (via novelconcepts)