Race and class are the easiest divisions. It's very stupid

In health we're doing the digestive system. We each got assigned a topic for an oral report. I got the small intestine. I swear to god I hate my life.

What is an idea made of? Of future, past and also meanwhile.

The histories of vampires and people are not so different, really. How many of us can honestly see our own reflection?

I run a tight ship, but I try and make it seem like I'm not doing that at all.

This ability to exist in pieces is what some adults call resilience. And I suppose in some way it is a kind of resilience, a horrible resilience that makes adults believe children forget trauma.

When we finish a book, why do we hold it in both hands and gaze at it as if it were somehow alive?