it doesn't hold upAll I could think was: it wasn’t always this quiet. The ambient noise here is different.it doesn't hold up
Like jeans bumping about in the dryers, that was the first thing I noticed, then someone barely six feet away tapping her keyboard in a rhythm I was not creative enough to understand. I stopped thinking about that. The quiet was so distracting that I was afraid to breathe into it. I brushed my hair behind my ear and it was the loudest thing I had ever heard, and I could not stop feeling like I had just spoken with an old childhood friend and we were both ashamed of what we did when we were seven years old. I had liked being seven, when
both of you will pretendNecessary Items to Bring to College (from head to toe)both of you will pretend
HAIR. 3 sexalicious headbands, variety of colors (don’t allow anyone to say that it’s okay if it’s red maroon purple and clashes with your copper begging-to-be-touched and pulled, kissed awkward manelike hair – remember that the point of a headband is to tame your hair, not to kill it. you do not need to throw yourself about like a terrified princess fierce warrior acid trip trapeze artist but don’t let them ever call you harmless and be right.)
FACE.
Some sets of
slow like he is uncertainInside (of him or his home or his heart or his pants, he never told me) there are six distinct monsters, each with a separate mask. He cannot explain them to anyone, he says, because they do not speak in the language that normal people speak. They do not exist in the dimensions we have set for ourselves; he feels his monsters with senses we do not have.slow like he is uncertain
"I feel like I'm that way, too, sometimes," I say, "but I usually blame it on hormones."
He doesn't laugh even though he's supposed to. Mostly he just raises his head in my direction, not seeing me so much as scenting me. Like a hyena looking for a mate or prey or a
learning to speakwe are five years old and in schoollearning to speak
you are learning to hold
yourself over the toilet and to speak up but mostly finding that our bodies form a ring
if we are close and we clasp hands;
when we are distilled, this truth will be left at the bottom.
your words knock me flat on my bottom
who knew that what people said in school
meant anything and now to be in God's Hand does not mean that He will Hold us safe; we will protect each other when we wear rings and are neither of us afraid of messing up.
we are ten years old and I begged to wear make-up a
Hello, world.
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The actor
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GREYGORE
I didn't know you had a deviant art! This is your Fred. I'm gonna add you to my watch?
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"SQUEE FOR YOUR LIIIIFE!"
"Who can pass up brushed silver?"
I'll watch you, too.
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"SQUEE FOR YOUR LIIIIFE!"
"Who can pass up brushed silver?"
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