Based on Troye Sivan's Blue Neighbourhood trilogy. ❝What if we just drove away?" he asked me, hands on the railing. "Leave this blue neighbourhood?" His curls were in artful disarray. I wanted to kiss him. "Where would we go?" I asked. Lately, he'd been talking about blue neighbourhoods a lot. According to him, a blue neighbourhood was a place where you most felt at home, and you could always go back to. I didn't think I had a blue neighbourhood, to be honest.❞

On depression, and recovery. ❝Perhaps this is our kingdom, perhaps our crowns are the green specks of light that fall into our hair. And perhaps this is our fantasy, and perhaps we have no crowns but collars, collars that bind us to our differences and drive away the threat of being alike. Or perhaps we have both crowns and collars. Perhaps these two are in a constant war against each other, just as we are all in a constant war against ideals.❞