keeping my gaze trained on my feet, like I was eight years old again and embarrassed to exist.
Tasnimee Makkiihas quotedlast month
Of course. Father-daughter time, that mysterious thing.
Tasnimee Makkiihas quoted2 months ago
When I was younger, I would’ve given anything to have a conversation with him, have him take interest in me. But by now, through all our ups and downs, it just felt wrong, like an imposter living inside my dad’s skin.
Ian Romel Mendozahas quoted3 months ago
The words cleaved me in half. Mrs. Rush, my favorite teacher—the one I felt surely saw me, recognized I was special—couldn’t remember I existed.
Ian Romel Mendozahas quoted3 months ago
Your body has a knowing. Like an antenna, attuned to tremors in the air, or a dowsing rod, tracing things so deeply buried you have no language for them yet.
lapujullhas quoted9 months ago
You are formally invited
lapujullhas quoted9 months ago
The moment I pulled it out, my hands began to tremble
Lucy E. Cosmehas quoted3 years ago
I like your dreams better than mine.”
Lucy E. Cosmehas quoted3 years ago
That was the way life worked, a lesson he’d taught me himself: Wanting is dangerous. The less you want, the safer you’ll be
Lucy E. Cosmehas quoted3 years ago
The room chilled. The words were harsh, but maybe the harshest part was that they came from Caro. I remembered something I’d said to her once when I was annoyed—maybe sophomore year, maybe junior: Caro, toughen up or the world is going to chew you. Well, she’d toughened. After we’d broken her.