Yelling is a form of publishing
Perhaps they were looking for passion; perhaps they delved into this book as into a mysterious parcel - a gift box at the bottom of which, hidden in layers of rustling tissue paper, lay something they'd always longed for but couldn't ever grasp.
My good intentions are completely lethal.
You canโt buy it, but it has a price,โ said Oryx. โEverything has a price.
Maybe that's what love is, I thought: it's being pissed off.
I have periods now, like normal girls; I too am among the knowing, I too can sit out volleyball games and go to the nurse's for aspirin and waddle along the halls with a pad like a flattened rabbit tail wadded between my legs, sopping with liver-colored blood.