The real you—whoever she is—will get what she wants in the end
Tasnimee Makkiiцитирует5 месяцев назад
keeping my gaze trained on my feet, like I was eight years old again and embarrassed to exist.
Tasnimee Makkiiцитирует5 месяцев назад
Of course. Father-daughter time, that mysterious thing.
Tasnimee Makkiiцитирует6 месяцев назад
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 Mendozaцитирует7 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.
Ian Romel Mendozaцитирует7 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.
lapujullцитируетв прошлом году
You are formally invited
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The moment I pulled it out, my hands began to tremble
Lucy E. Cosmeцитирует3 года назад
I like your dreams better than mine.”
Lucy E. Cosmeцитирует3 года назад
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