Quentin Fields was a basketball player, he was also a son, a brother and somebody’s friend. I never knew Quentin Fields and I guess now I never will. Grief is like the ocean. It’s deep and dark and bigger than all of us. And pain is like a thief in the night. Quiet, persistent, unfair, diminished by time and faith and love. I didn’t know Quentin Fields but I’m jealous of him because I see how his absence has affected the people who did know him. So I know he mattered to them. And I know he was loved. People say Quentin Fields was a great basketball player. Graceful, fluent, inspiring. They say on a good night it almost seemed as if he could fly… and now he can.

6x03 “Get Cape, Wear Cape, Fly”
That’s what I’m afraid of. Not being enough. Not good enough, not smart enough, not pretty enough. 

4x13 “Pictures Of You”
Zero Is Not A Size
I am not pushing you away, Lucas. I am holding on for dear life but I need you to need me back. Why wouldn’t you tell me about the kiss? And why didn’t you call me while you were away? And why won’t you ever just let me all the way in?

3x22 “The Show Must Go On”
“Mum?”

Love is love is love
Dumb b!tch!
Me
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