It’s an act of bravery to feel your feelings, even if your feelings are telling you to die.
You make a habit of talking to statues?” “Yes. And pigeons. Now, are you going to ask?
And secrets crave fissures, until the fissures become trenches, and the trenches become channels, and the channels become crevasses, and suddenly you are alone, on a block of ice, separated from everyone you care about.
I’ve got news for you, Mia. There’s going to be all kinds of terrible in there, so you won’t really stand out,” Mom said.
The words are so full of smoke and mirrors that it’s impossible to find a real person behind them.
I thought of what Mom sometimes said to me when I was feeling insecure: “Fake it till you make it.
Alice goes into the kitchen and returns with a cup of coffee for me, which she announces is free-range and fair-trade and shade-farmed in Malawi, and I nod along as if my coffee needs go beyond hot and caffeinated.
Yo Mama better watch his back,” he said.
Kim ever so slightly rolled her eyes, which made me want to throw a dictionary at her.
I think I’m a little wigged out that I’ve been more intimate with your dad than I have with you.
The words he writes to his music, they’re poetry.
She says that the world is divided into the people who imagine their own funerals and the people who don’t, and that smart and artistic people naturally fall into the former category.
As far as I was concerned, I wrote songs; chords and beats and lyrics, verses. and bridges and hooks. But then, as we got bigger, people began to dissect the songs, like a frog from biology class until there was nothing left but guts- tiny parts, so much less than the sum.
Teddy had taken his shirt off and had streaked himself with mud. Dad said he looked like one of the boys from Lord of the Flies.
I have that floppy calm that follows a cry.
But it was such a calming silence; it made me relax and feel closer to him than any heart-to-heart would have.
As he played on, the energy magnified; the tuning fork going crazy now, firing off vibrations all over, until my entire body was humming, until I was left breathless. And when I felt like I could not take it one more minute, the swirl of sensations hit a dizzying crescendo, sending every nerve ending in my body on high alert.
It’s the hoping that makes it hurt.
Eu deixo-te ir. Se ficares.
It wasn’t even a fight, really. We didn’t shout. We barely even argued, but a snake of tension quietly slithered into our lives.