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.
Tasnimee Makkiiцитирует4 месяца назад
Of course. Father-daughter time, that mysterious thing.
Tasnimee Makkiiцитирует4 месяца назад
keeping my gaze trained on my feet, like I was eight years old again and embarrassed to exist.
Tasnimee Makkiiцитирует18 дней назад
The real you—whoever she is—will get what she wants in the end
Ian Romel Mendozaцитирует6 месяцев назад
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.
Ian Romel Mendozaцитирует6 месяцев назад
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.
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The moment I pulled it out, my hands began to tremble
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You are formally invited
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“Like, you’ve got to have a trust fund, right? So what the hell were you doing working at a video store? What were you trying to prove to your mom? To yourself? And why the hell do you live in a low-end apartment complex in Linden?”
How does this girl know where she lives—actually, where she used to live, since Brad has thrown her out?