I wanted to tell her how that praise had made me feel, how starved I’d felt for any kind of attention, that I’d begun to think of my teacher Mrs. Terrance like she was my friend, like she was my mother, like she would take me home with her one day to her big house that would be warm and smell of fresh bread, and there would be gold stars all over the floors and ceilings, and she would look down at me as we walked through the door and tell me that this was my home too, that I would get to stay with her forever because she loved me too. But I couldn’t. I couldn’t say that to my mother. Even then, I knew the power words had. To heal. To hurt.
So I held my mother while she cried, and eventually the tears subsided, and she began to hiccup softly, and this made me giggle, and she almost looked like she was going to smile at me, and I forgot about the house filled with gold stars because one smile from my mother was worth a billion gold stars and a billion Mrs. Terrances and a billion houses that smelled like fresh bread.
Don't do it. I swear to god I will break your fingers off... Okay, do it.
T.J. KluneNormal Seven went to Heaven where he immediately
tripped and fell! God said, ‘Gee you’re too Normal for me’ and sent him straight to
hell!
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After all, one does not scream at lesbians in Doc Martens unless one wants to receive a penis kicking.
T.J. KluneMots clés humor
If you're responsible enough to become a parent, then you should be responsible enough to accept your kid no matter how they turn out. It doesn't matter if they're disabled or gay or not as smart as others or green or black or blue or whatever the hell they turn out to be. You have them, you love them. Always. Being a parent isn't about getting to pick and choose what you want you kid to be. Being a parent means protecting your kid from anything that could ever harm him. Being a parent means you shelter, but you also make them stronger so one day they can stand on their own.
T.J. KluneHe snorted into his radicchio, which I admired because it was a pretty purple. The radicchio was purple, not his snort. Just in case you got confused there. I don't think it's possible for people to snort colors. We're not unicorns, after all.
T.J. KluneMots clés humor
Ix-nay!" I hissed at him. "Ix-nay!" I didn't know why I resorted to Pig Latin right then. It just seemed like the thing to do.
T.J. KluneMots clés humor
You think I gave you crack?"
"Maybe."
Is there anything about me that screams crack?"
He grinned as he swayed. "Your butt crack," he whispered before dissolving into giggles.
Mots clés humor
Float like a butterfly, sting like a unicorn ;)
T.J. KluneMots clés humor
He was hard lines, chiseled flesh, bronzed skin. I was a marshmallow melting in a cup of cocoa.
T.J. KluneMots clés humor
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