I nostri genitori ci danno la lista degli ingredienti e ci ricordano di fare scelte sane: uno sport, due club, un hobby artistico, impegno sociale, niente voti sotto l'8, perché sul serio, nessuno vuo...
I need a new friend. I need a friend, period. Not a true friend, nothing close or share clothes or sleepover giggle giggle yak yak. Just a pseudo-friend, disposable friend. Friend as accessory. Just s...
I lean into the mirror. Eyes after eyes after eyes stare back at me. Am I in there somewhere? A thousand eyes blink.
I keep thinking that if I could just unzip my skin, step out of this body, then I would see who I really am. She nods her head slowly. „What do you think you‘d look like? Smaller, for a start.
I can never tell with moments of silence. They're so... silent. Empty.
I believe that you've created a metaphorical universe in which you can express your darkest fears. In one aspect, yes, I believe in ghosts, but we create them. We haunt ourselves, and sometimes we do...
I am spinning the silk threads of my story, weaving the fabric of my world. They tiny elf-dancer became a wooden doll whose strings were jerked by people not paying attention. I spun out of control. E...
I am not going to think about it. It was ugly, but it’s over, and I’m not going to think about it.
I am learning how to be angry and sad and lonely and joyful and excited and afraid and happy.
I am Outcast.The kids behind me laugh so loud I know they’re laughing about me. I can’t help myself. I turn around. It’s Rachel, surrounded by a bunch of kids wearing clothes that most definitely did...
Grandma frowned and yelled something in Russian. She could have been saying, 'Open up, your best friend is here.' On the other hand, it could have been, 'America is a great country because of canned r...
Eating was hard. Breathing was hard. Living was hardest.
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...
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.
A trained assassin who babysits.
A little kid asks my dad why that man is chopping down the tree.Dad: He's not chopping it down. He's saving it. Those branches were long dead from disease. All plants are like that. By cutting off the...
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I was raped, toosexually assaulted in seventh grade,tenth grade. the summer after graduation,at a partyi was 16i was 14i was 5 and he did it for three yearsi loved himi didn't even know himhe was my b...
Am spinning the silk threads of my story, weaving the fabric of my world. The tiny elf dancer became a wooden doll whose strings were jerked by people not paying attention. I spun out of control. Eati...
You can’t say that, you can’t know what’s going to happen. As soon as you get a higher security clearance, I’ll show you the crystal ball that I keep hidden in the bottom of my closet, but until then ...