There are scars on my heart, just as thick, as disfiguring as those on my face.
Your voice changes when you’re smiling, it alters the sound somehow.
There is no such thing as hell, of course, but if there was, then the sound track to the screaming, the pitchfork action and the infernal wailing of damned souls would be a looped medley of show tunes...
There must be some piece of wiring left over in our brains, from our ancestors, something that means we can’t help but stare into a fire, watch it move and dance, warding off evil spirits and dangerou...
There was no hope, things couldn’t be put right. I couldn’t be put right. The past could neither be escaped nor undone. After all these weeks of delusion, I recognized, breathless, the pure, brutal tr...
There was nothing to tempt me from the choice of desserts, so I opted instead for a coffee, which was bitter and lukewarm. Naturally, I had been about to pour it all over myself but, just in time, had...
There was, it seemed, no Eleanor-shaped social hole for me to slot into.
There was, it seemed, no Eleanor-shaped social hole for me to slot
These magazines could tell me which clothes and shoes to wear, how to have my hair styled in order to fit in. They could show me the right kind of makeup to buy and how to apply it. This way, I would...
They choose things like plates, bowls and cutlery—I mean, what are they doing at the moment: shoveling food from packets into their mouths with their bare hands? I simply fail to see how the act of le...
They gave it to me, unloved, unwanted, irreparably damaged. Also the table.
They were heels which were easy to walk in, but which were, nonetheless very feminine. On what basis was this decided, and by whom? Did it matter? I made a mental note to research gender politics and...
This was an all too familiar social scenario for me; standing alone, staring into the middle of distance. It was absolutely fine. It was absolutely normal. After the fire, at each new school, I'd trie...
Three words, Ignis aurum probat. Fire tests gold. The rest of the phrase: . . . and adversity tests the brave.
Time only blunts the pain of loss. It doesn't erase it.
Tiny slivers of life—they all added up and helped you to feel that you too could be a fragment, a little piece of humanity who usefully filled a space, however minuscule.
Vstopila sem v sobo na koncu hodnika, kjer je bila, kot sem pravilno ugotovila, kuhinja. Tudi ta soba je bila polja ljudi in hrupa, a sem lahko razločila marmornate delovne površine, svetleče kremne f...
Was this how it worked, then, successful social integration? Was it really that simple? Wear some lipstick, go to the hairdressers and alternate the clothes you wear? Someone ought to write a book, or...
Was this how it worked, then, successful social integration? Was it really that simple? Wear some lipstick, go to the hairdressers and alternate the clothes you wear?
Well, there was a man that I took a bit of a liking to, a little crush, you might say, and I got slightly carried away, and then I realized that, actually, I’d been a bit silly. We weren’t going to be...
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