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Tamara Ireland Stone

Every Last Word

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  • мσσηцитирует8 месяцев назад
    He laughs. “I made you feel normal? You do realize I’m pretty far from normal, right?”

    “I don’t care,” I say, brushing my lips against his. “I like you too much. Remember?”

    I kiss his dimple first, and then I cover his mouth with mine, kissing him, thinking about how perfect he is, maybe not in every way, but in every way I need him to be. And I’m so relieved when he kisses me back. I feel the thoughts that have haunted me for the last four days pop like bubbles, disappearing into the air, one by one.

    “I like you too much, too,” he says.

    “Still?” I ask.

    “Still,” he says with a huge smile on his face. “Way, way too much.”
  • Madelyn CBцитирует4 года назад
    my friends are normal. And perfect. They pride themselves on normalcy and perfection, and they can’t ever find out how far I am from those two things.
  • Dea Ivanaцитирует5 лет назад
    Still, I can hear this one thought hiding in the dark corners of my mind. It doesn’t attack like the others, but it’s frightening in a totally different way. Because it’s the one that never leaves. And it’s the one that scares me most.

    What if I’m crazy?
  • Stephanieцитирует5 лет назад
    I laugh. “Why would I want to write about a piece of furniture?” I have a mental illness and four superficial friends. Surely I have more fodder for a poetic career than to need an ugly orange couch
  • asasiprцитирует6 лет назад
    because my friends are normal. And perfect. They pride themselves on normalcy and perfection, and they can’t ever find out how far I am from those two things.
  • .цитирует6 лет назад
    “You seem to know how to articulate your feelings and share them with other human beings. I’m afraid my gift is the exact opposite; I’m skilled at holding everything in.”
  • maria mezaцитирует7 лет назад
    someone’s always the odd girl out. Often, that’s me
  • cadela sem Valeurцитирует9 дней назад
    “It’s titled ‘Building Better Walls,’” I say.

    All these words

    On these walls.

    Beautiful, inspired, funny,

    Because they’re yours.

    Words terrify me.

    To hear, speak,

    To think about.

    Wish they didn’t.

    I stay quiet.

    Keeping words in

    Where they fester

    and control me.

    I’m here now.

    Letting them out.

    Freeing my words
  • cadela sem Valeurцитирует9 дней назад
    Building better walls.
  • cadela sem Valeurцитирует9 дней назад
    Stand tall when you walk.

    Project your voice when you talk.

    Raise your hand in class.

    Act as if.
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