This is the story of a girl who lost her voice and wrote herself a new one.
You can only be brave if you’re scared.
It’s amazing any thing survives.
Picasso sure had a thing for naked women. Why not draw them with their clothes on? Who sits around without a shirt on, plucking a mandolin? Why not draw naked guys, just to be fair? Naked women is art, naked men a no-no, I bet. Probably because most painters are men.
The stars folded themselves away as the sun peeked above the horizon and cracked open the sky and I kissed him and we laughed and it was good.
Just in case we forget that “weareheretogetagoodfoundation sowecangotocollegeliveuptoourpotentialgetagoodjoblivehap pilyeverafterandgotoDisneyWorld,” we have a Job Day.
Don’t let the hardness of the world steal the softness of your heart.
I’m just tired and I can’t sleep yet. A woman’s work is never done, isn’t that what the fools say?
But that’s the wrong question. Ask why everyone else is so pathetically stupid and why they’re always whining about detention, I should get a medal for not slapping people in the face every day.
The winds of the desert have names. They feed on the bodies of broken children and rip out the beating hearts of men.
Halloween – the day when we could pretend to be whatever we wanted – seemed to be letting everyone be who they really were.
The suffragettes were all about speaking up, screaming for their rights. You can’t speak up for your right to be silent.
Nothing chases away the sand or the memories engraved on the back of my eyelids. They play on a continuous loop, with smells and sound and sorrow.
I am a citizen, with the same rights as your son, or you. As a citizen, as a student, I am protesting the tone of this lesson as racist, intolerant, and xenophobic.
A wide valley of the dead spread out below me, hundreds of them gently tucked into the ground in neat rows, their whispers frozen into the stones above them: I am here. I was here. Remember me. Remember.
If I weren’t so tired, I’d shove trust and issue down the garbage disposal and let it run all day.
Non riesco a fermarmi, ma non posso andare avanti.
Plants make way more seeds than they need, because they know that life is not perfect and all the seeds won’t make it.
Welcome to the only class that will teach you how to survive. Welcome to Art.
She even tried to teach us the difference between active voice – “I snarfed the Oreos” – and passive voice – “The Oreos got snarfed.