Becoming Girlhood » friendship
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How it Feels
I can’t tell you much about always. I can only tell you about seventeen years. -
Violence and Fragile Victories
She wants to take your spot, you remind yourself. She wants to steal away your dream. Your freckles are lovely, you say to her, and a smile blossoms on her stained lips. -
The Presumed Worth of "Pretty"
If beauty is all we are meant for, we would not cry. We would sit with faces frozen into grimaces. We would never grow into wrinkles, I suppose. Our smiles would never give us crows feet. We would be perfect in that doll-like manner, pretty in that put-on-your-shelf way. -
Words Worth Feeling
In the moments of desperation and the moments of confusion; the joyous moments that we dance and we stomp, and the minutes we feel so absurd we must scream. Our words should be an amalgamation of all that we feel, see, and believe. -
That Balcony in Verona
Romeo and Juliet, both inevitably and tragically, die. That balcony in Verona comes to a crumbling end. But inside us, something disgusting and turmoil-inducing begins to rise.