I wonder how long it would take for anyone to notice if I just stopped talking.
I make it through the first two weeks of school without a nuclear meltdown.
I just do what I'm told. If I felt like talking, I would explain that she couldn't pay me enough to play on her basketball team. All that running? Sweating? Getting knocked around by genetic mutants?...
He says a million things without saying a word. I make a note to study David Pertrakis.I have never heard a more eloquent silence.
Did you read last nights assignments? Say yes' and get hammered again. Say no' and the same thing would happen.
You are not dead, but you are not alive.
You're the one who doesn't understand, I've been standing on the edge with you for years.
Yesterday's dirt and mistakes have moved through me. I am shiny and pink inside, clean. Empty is good. Empty is strong.
When people don't express themselves, they die one piece at a time. You'd be shocked at how many adults are really dead inside -- walking through their days with no idea who they are, just waiting for...
We turned us into wintergirls, and when she tried to leave, I pulled her back into the snow because I was afraid to be alone.
They mean hot like 'I'm too good for you I got my own money don't be frontin' me.' You're more like 'Be my boyfriend I'll make you cookies come meet my dad ' know what I mean
There is nothing wrong with me. These are really sick people, sick that you can see.
Plants make way more seeds than they need, because they know that life is not perfect and all the seeds won't make it.
Momma said that ghosts couldn't move over water. That's why Africans got trapped in the Americas.. They kept moving us over the water, stealing us away from our ghosts and ancestors, who cried salty r...
Me: All right, but you said we had to put emotion into our art. I don't know what that means. I don't know what I'm supposed to feel.
It was hard to know how to play the game when the rules kept changing.
If you touch me, I’ll cram your nose into your brain with the heel of my hand.
If I had lady-spider legs, I would weave a sky where the stars lined up. Matresses would be tied down tight to their trucks, bodies would never crash through windshields. The moon would rise above the...
I used to dream about bringing a knife to therapy and slicing her into pork chop-sized pieces.
I try not to dwell on this.