What if a king made bad laws; laws so unnatural that a country broke them by declaring its freedom? He threw his arms in the air. Now you are spouting nonsense. Two slaves running away from their righ...
Welcome to the only class that will teach you to how to survive Welcome to Art.
We were secret sisters with a plan for world domination, potential bubbling around us like champagne.
We should teach our girls that snapping is ok, instead of waiting for someone else to break them.
Underground, pale seeds roll over in their sleep. Starting to get restless. Starting to dream green.
They say they have noticed me drawing. I almost tell them right then and there. They noticed.
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 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
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...
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.
The one good thing about being kind of shy is that nobody bugs you when you want to be left alone.
That fellow was like all of us: descended from good people who were stolen from their families and country, sailed over the sea, and forced into slavery. ‘We don’t let them steal our dignity,’ that pr...
Tell us your secret,' the girls whisper, one toilet to another. I am that girl. I am the space between my thighs, daylight shining through. I am the library aide who hides in Fantasy. I am the circus...
Sometimes I think high school is one long hazing activity: if you are tough enough to survive this, they’ll let you become an adult. I hope it’s worth it.
So why does everyone make such a big hairy deal about me not talking? Maybe I don't want to incriminate myself. Maybe I don't like the sound of my voice. Maybe I don't have anything to say.
She complains all the time about her hair turning gray and her butt sagging and her skin wrinkling, but I'm supposed to be grateful for a face full of zits, hair in embarrassing places, and feet that...
Shame, turned inside out, is rage.
Principal Principal stormed in yesterday, smelling pleasure. His mustache moved up and down, a radar sweep for all things unruly. An unseen hand turned off the radio as he crossed the threshold, and b...
Picasso sure had a thing for naked women. Why not draw them with their clothes on? Who sits around without a shirt on, plucking a mandolin? Why not draw naked guys, just to be fair? Naked women is art...
Per loro sono una bambola cresciuta troppo.