I kiss her. I kiss her and kiss her. I try not to bite her lip. She tastes like vodkahoney.
I drop to the curb like childhood leaving a body.
There's a girl calm people don't know about. It's a girl teen standstill. A motionless peace. It doesn't come from anywhere but inside us, and it only lasts for a few years. It's born from being a not woman yet. It's free flowing and invisible. It's ...
What we need, is a break out. Out of our lives, out of Seattle, out of the dumb script of girl.
I just want my stories to be mine.
Fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, lemme tell you. Those are big years. Everybody always thinks of it as a time of adolescence—just getting through to the real part of your life—but it's more than that. Sometimes your whole life happens in th...
