The next time you work on your trees, don't think about trees. Think about love, or hate, or joy, or rage-- whatever makes you feel something, makes your palms sweat or your toes curl.
The rest of the class looked away. He [Jonas} was a quiet freak, not a zombie. The horde would not protect him. They'd stand by and watch the culling.
There is a beast in my gut, I can hear it scraping away at the inside of my ribs. Even if I dump the memory, it will stay with me, staining me. My closest is a good thing, a quiet place that helps me...
They only want to hear that you're healing, you're in recovery, taking it one day at a time. If you're locked into sick, you should stop wasting their time and just get dead
They said I had to get fatter. I told them my goal was 080.00 and if they wanted my respect, they'd better stop lying to me.When my brain started working again, I checked their math. Someone had made...
They say they have noticed me drawing. I almost tell them right then and there. They noticed.
They were coming, on wings from far away, all the pictures and voices, smells, tastes, all the everything from the past was flying toward me as fast as it could.
This girl shivers and crawls under the covers with all her clothes on and falls into an overdue library book, a faerie story with rats and marrow and burning curses. The sentences build a fence around...
To be the best, you have to give everything all the time, then you have to give some more...
Why bother trying? What was the point? So I could go to some suck-ass college, get a diploma, march out into a job that I hated, marry a pretty girl who would want to divorce me, but then she wouldn't...
Why do you have such a crappy attitude about math?I don't. I have a crappy attitude about everything.
A wide valley of the dead spread out below me, hundreds of them gently tucked into the ground in neat rows, their whispers frozen into the stones above them: I am here. I was here. Remember me. Rememb...
An unseen hand turned off the radio as he crossed the threshold, and bags of potato chips vanished, leaving the faint scent of salt to mix with vermilion oil paint and wet clay.
Because I am still a little girl who believes in Santa and the tooth fairy and you.
Brain: You don’t want this.Hormones: Dude, this is EXACTLY what I want.B: No, not like this—she's wasted.H: What's your point?B: She won't remember this, and if she does, she'll be angry.H: Do you see...
But that's the wrong question. Ask why everyone else is so pathetically stupid and why they're always whining about detention, I should get a medal for not slapping people in the face every day.
Cutting dead frogs is cool.
Dead girl walking the boys say in the halls.Tell us your secrets the girls whisper, one toilet to another. I am that girl. I am the spaces between my thighs, daylight shinning through. I am the bones...
Did he rape my head, too?
Don't be so hard on yourself. Art is about making mistakes and learning from them.
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