I run my hands down her bare arms. Shoulders to elbows to wrists. She has goose bumps, even in the muggy Florida night. Maybe that’s because of me.
Sometimes I forget she likes me the same way I like her.
Stichwörter: oscar
It’s disgusting. They melted my girl down and poured her into their mold. And this perversion is what she cooled into. I can’t be near her. Can’t see her, smell her, hear her voice chirping like a bird.
I tell her the same thing I’ve been whispering every night on the roof. “I’m sorry. It’s my fault.
But I can’t leave, not yet. I’ll stay with her until sunrise. If I brace my feet, I won’t slide. I can rest my cheek on the roof tile and still see her. Pacing. Pulling her hair.
“I’ll fix you,” I tell her. “I promise.”
Even though I don’t know how.
It’s better than good-bye.
In a few minutes nobody will know what I did. Everything will be perfect again. Except for my life.
[Oscar Banks]
Stichwörter: candor
Yo hago lo que quiero.
No. Solo haces lo que cabrea a tus padres. Quizás deberías hacer lo que quieres sin que te importe si a tus padres les guste o no.
Es lo que quieres que sea. Esa es la razón por la que me gusta el arte. Nadie se confunde.
Pam BachorzStichwörter: arte
¿A quién debería de odiar más? ¿Al que lo pide? ¿O al que se lo da?
Pam Bachorzshe drew me. But not who I see in the mirror. Nia saw the Oscar i keep hidden. And she put him on paper.
Nobody sees the real me.
Stichwörter: sadness thoughts realization
You have points on the tip of your ears." she tilts her head and stares at me." like a big, tall elf.
Pam BachorzStichwörter: humor
Cookie!" The kid holds up a carrot with the feathery green still attached to the top.
"Seriously?"
The woman gives me a wide-eyed don't say anything look and walks away fast.
Stichwörter: cookies
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