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“FINCH : Day 75
"The cadence of suffering has begun."-Cesare Pavese
I
am
in
pieces.”
― All the Bright Places
"The cadence of suffering has begun."-Cesare Pavese
I
am
in
pieces.”
― All the Bright Places
“You make me happy, whenever you're around I'm safe inside your smile.
You make me handsome, whenever I feel my nose just seems a bit too round.
You make me special, and God knows I've longed to be that kind of guy to have around.
You make me love you, and that could be the greatest thing my heart was ever fit to do.”
― All the Bright Places
You make me handsome, whenever I feel my nose just seems a bit too round.
You make me special, and God knows I've longed to be that kind of guy to have around.
You make me love you, and that could be the greatest thing my heart was ever fit to do.”
― All the Bright Places
“Worthless. Stupid. These are the words I grew up hearing. They're the words I try to outrun, because if I let them in, they might stay there and grow and fill me up and in, until the only thing left of me is worthless stupid worthless stupid worthless stupid freak. And then there's nothing to do but run harder and fill myself with other words...”
― All the Bright Places
― All the Bright Places
“It shouldn't have mattered, not when Miel and the other girls in his class wore jeans more than they wore skirts. Not when they told their brothers what to do, and borrowed their fathers' books.
But there was everything else. The idea of being called Miss or Ms. or worse, Mrs. The thought of being grouped in when someone called out 'girls' or 'ladies.' The endless, echoing use of 'she' and 'her,' 'miss' and 'ma'am.' Yes, they were words. They were all just words. But each of them was wrong, and they stuck to him. Each one was a golden fire ant, and they were biting his arms and his neck and his bound-flat chest, leaving him bleeding and burning.
'He.' 'Him.' 'Mister.' 'Sir.' Even teachers admonishing him and his classmates with 'boys, settle down' or 'gentlemen, please.' These were sounds as perfect and clean as winter rain, and they calmed each searing bite of those wrong words.”
― When the Moon Was Ours
But there was everything else. The idea of being called Miss or Ms. or worse, Mrs. The thought of being grouped in when someone called out 'girls' or 'ladies.' The endless, echoing use of 'she' and 'her,' 'miss' and 'ma'am.' Yes, they were words. They were all just words. But each of them was wrong, and they stuck to him. Each one was a golden fire ant, and they were biting his arms and his neck and his bound-flat chest, leaving him bleeding and burning.
'He.' 'Him.' 'Mister.' 'Sir.' Even teachers admonishing him and his classmates with 'boys, settle down' or 'gentlemen, please.' These were sounds as perfect and clean as winter rain, and they calmed each searing bite of those wrong words.”
― When the Moon Was Ours
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