. . I can't face the idea of riding home on a busful of sweaty, smiling teeth sucking up my oxygen.
It's harder to take a punch than to give one.
A breath of steam trickles out, filled with the sobs of a grown woman breaking into girl-sized pieces.
A group of little creatures is coming up the walk. A pirate, a dinosaur, two fairies, and a bride. Why is it that you never see a kid dressed as a groom on Halloween?
A kid asked him what his painting was. It’s Venice at night, an accountant’s soul, the blood of imbeciles. Smoker’s lung. Tenure. The inside of a lock, the taste of iron. Despair. A city with the stre...
AS THE GENERAL IS INFORMED, THAT NUMBERS OF FREE NEGROES ARE DESIROUS OF INLISTING, HE GIVES LEAVE TO THE RECRUITING OFFICERS TO ENTERTAIN THEM, AND PROMISES TO LAY THE MATTER BEFORE THE CONGRESS, WHO...
All that crap you hear on TV about communication and expressing feelings is a lie. Nobody really wants to hear what you have to say.
And then a new screen, one I had never seen before, never even heard of popped up. It gave me a choice. I could become the new Lord of Darkness myself, or I could take a gamble and be reincarnated. I...
Apologies mean nothing if you don't mean it.
Ci tenevamo per mano mentre percorrevamo il sentiero di pan di zenzero dentro la foresta, col sangue che ci gocciolava dalle dita.
Cubism. Seeing beyond what is on the surface. Moving both eyes and a nose to the side of the face. Dicing bodies and tables and guitars as if they were celery sticks, and rearranging them so that you...
Do you know how much women loathe it when guys think every show of negative emotion is tied to our menstrual cycle, like we're sheep or something?
Don't forget how to be gentle, she warned. Don't let the hardness of the world steal the softness of your heart. The greatest strength of all is daring to love.
Every single day, someone asks Mr. Stetman why we have to learn algebra. You can tell this causes him great personal pain. Mr. Stetman loves algebra. He is poetic about it, in an integral-number sort...
For one moment we are not failed tests and broken condoms and cheating on essays; we are crayons and lunch boxes and swinging so high our sneakers punch holes in the clouds.
Halloween - the day when we could pretend to be whatever we wanted - seemed to be letting everyone be who they really were.
Hurry up, Gracie called after him. I want to talk to dead people.
I HEARD BULLETS WHISTLE AND BELIEVE ME, THERE IS SOMETHING CHARMING IN THE SOUND. —LETTER FROM THE TWENTY-TWO-YEAR-OLD GEORGE WASHINGTON DESCRIBING HIS FIRST TASTE OF BATTLE T
I am a gluttonous, gorging failure. A waste. My body isn’t used to high-sugar carbs laced with witchcraft. It can barely cope with soup and crackers.
I scared myself, because once you've thought long and hard enough about doing something that is colossally stupid, you feel like you've actually done it, and then you're never quite sure what your lim...
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