You Told Me No One Wants to Hear This Story
I remember when they told us to get off the plane, though I have tried to forget it because you said it was not a story.
I remember when they told us to get off the plane, though I have tried to forget it because you said it was not a story.
2-Down: ______ Stewart, queer actress you feel like you should be attracted to but aren’t.
Alicia only meant to bring newfound meaning to her bedraggled life, hoping her memories and grief would be blunted by the comfort of another living creature.
As a team of three, they have no choice but to help you catch the boys because even they know it is not safe for girls to be alone with a Schwarzen Mann.
On Mars, there would be no coupling off, no cliques. People couldn’t leave you behind. That’s what Libby had been counting on.
We grow into forgetfulness and unfist our bones and litter them for crows.
Listen, it’s okay to say you want something to stick around. It’s okay to love something.
The neighbors wanted the bird out. “Do something,” they said. It was all in the eyes, wide and accusatory and wild.
You make of him a mouthful, yet you can taste his unease, taste his cold feet.
Kurt had costars—and many ex-costars—claim their producers were like their best friends, their handlers, their editors, their priests.
I tell him how the reaction from my community was in some ways worse than the abuse.
Everything looks better from far away. A camera that floats over a polluted sea still brings home serene footage.
Such intensity of emotion was rare for Calvin, but seagulls warranted it.
In walked Colonel Sanders, a Chinese man with a white goatee and square black glasses.
I told myself I accepted his gala invite because I wanted to see what else they could get away with.
There’s a comfort to our clinging, to the familiarity of togetherness, where the pain is predictable and the pleasure enough.
I raised my eyes heavenwards, seeking strength in the blue expanse. Let Zoe have her foolish notions. I would not let Rocco trouble me today.
The werewolf has been scheduling men from the app back-to-back every night—even on the days leading up to the full moon, though she knows she shouldn’t.
What I wanted to know was this: What does it feel like to create something wondrous? To have a vision and then to perfectly translate that vision onto canvas?