• Andrea commented on the post, weaving 4 years, 3 months ago

    Her hair was intricate, a spiral of sun colored tresses, with barrettes of flowers, as if sewn in. I wanted to know what she thought about as she sat in front of her mirror every morning for an hour, weaving this masterpiece upon her head. Didn’t she ever get tired of sculpting her body this way?

  • Andrea commented on the post, centerpiece 4 years, 4 months ago

    Today I sat at a table with a beautiful centerpiece
    and I did not need you here to enjoy it

  • Andrea commented on the post, static 4 years, 4 months ago

    I do not feel myself moving anymore.
    Stuck forever
    within this state of loneliness and crippling anxiety
    pining for something

    anything.
    I do not move forwards, nor backwards.
    I long to wear a smile

  • Andrea commented on the post, viewpoint 4 years, 4 months ago

    I used to make fun of the tourists I saw standing on the grassy fields in front of the leaning tower of Pisa, all taking those stupid photos of themselves, pushing against the tower for their friends on facebook. When I started working on the sets of horror movies, I would always be reminded of this, because after each cut, the actor playing the…[Read more]

  • Andrea commented on the post, aunt 4 years, 6 months ago

    I have never had one. Or the kinds I read in books, anyway. All mine care about are gossiping about family members and making sure I’m keeping up on my studies. Maybe someday I’ll be a real aunt to my brothers’ kids

  • Andrea commented on the post, furious 4 years, 6 months ago

    Furious. No, that word alone doesn’t cut it.
    His ignorance wasn’t infuriating; it was disgusting, horrifying. How did people like him even happen?
    “C’mon baby, I paid for your dinner. Now you’ve gotta give me something.” He lunged for my hand.

    I took off my heels and ran.

  • Andrea commented on the post, metro 4 years, 7 months ago

    I am eighteen years old, and filled with questions.
    I ride the subway with strangers, to a school full of strangers, in a
    world full of strangers.

    Certainly, I am the strangest of them all.
    Seemingly, the only one who longs to ask the old man beside me
    what he had for breakfast, and whether it was enough,
    or what he wanted to be when he…[Read more]

  • Andrea commented on the post, cutlery 4 years, 7 months ago

    It’s the best brand of cutlery but you’ll never find it in a department store.
    He’s sharper than Ares’s spear, strikes your heart deeper than
    Artemis’s arrow and
    leaves you in the middle of the night.

  • Andrea commented on the post, mispelled 4 years, 9 months ago

    Surely my mother meant to name me after the way she mistreats me?

  • Andrea commented on the post, gamer 4 years, 9 months ago

    I grew up on Nintendo, Playstation, Xbox, Gameboy. I grew up playing Super Mario bros. Pyro, Halo, Pokemon. I’ve put in hours and hours of my time on video games; it’s practically in my nature.

    So how come I wasn’t able to realize that you were playing me?

  • Andrea commented on the post, airport 4 years, 10 months ago

    The air of our town is spoiled by your mouth on another girl’s lips.You give me the motivation to run away.Maybe someday I’ll be in a different country, drinking with strangers, wearing a fake name, then I’ll smile at a random thought of you, before returning my gaze to the sky, the only thing we’ll ever continue to share.

  • Andrea commented on the post, commission 4 years, 11 months ago

    They wish that they knew
    why she no longer accepts
    commissions. They won’t.

  • Andrea commented on the post, church 4 years, 11 months ago

    I always found it hard. Judged by a man I’d never met. Praying in fear of him
    and calling it love. Calling it devotion. My mom cried when I told her I was an atheist. She won’t see me in heaven. And honestly I don’t want to see her either. She acts as if confession is an excuse to be the devil.

  • Andrea commented on the post, interested 4 years, 11 months ago

    Here I am at 1:30 in the morning, to scream your name over the internet, in the form of prose.
    What do you propose? Are you not interested in seeing me fall to pieces at the mere mention of you? Do you not enjoy seeing me suffer?

  • Andrea commented on the post, security 4 years, 12 months ago

    There’s something about the way sweatpants and messy hair increases my security from filthy boys on the streets, that makes me feel our judgment is flawed.

  • Andrea commented on the post, forefront 5 years ago

    I was getting water with my little sister, Mai, from the Well a mile from our home. As we were walking home I heard a crash behind me. I turned to see that she had spilled her bucket just ten steps from our little house. I yelled at her for her stupidity. But when she cried, she did not cry out because of me; her hand jutted out to point at…[Read more]

  • Andrea commented on the post, wavelength 5 years, 1 month ago

    Words: they have no mass; they carry no weight, yet sometimes when you speak to me it feels as if I’ve been hit by a train. You only weigh 148 pounds and your wavelengths are less than featherlight, so why am I physically ill because of you?

  • Andrea commented on the post, ombre 5 years, 3 months ago

    I think I’ve seen enough of your tricks,
    been played in enough of your games.
    You may be the king of hearts, but someday
    I’ll have something up my sleeve.

  • Andrea commented on the post, distilled 5 years, 5 months ago

    I sat at the banquet, drinking a glass of champagne that was probably worth more than my outfit. I should have revered the moment: being at a party surrounded by the highest socialites in the city, but the liquid tasted distilled and did nothing to numb the depression that flooded my body.

  • Andrea commented on the post, sundried 5 years, 7 months ago

    it’s funny how heartbreak can mess with our lives
    You left my skin torn, knees weak, and lips dried.