It’s a head banger, a body thrower song. Her power comes from her observations, her coy lyrical style that is both direct and indirect – all while portraying an honest girl’s journey.
When we forget a name, we are admitting to a lack of interest in the person, on some level.
Would you be comfortable if I said the names of previous lovers in bed instead? Because if you’re okay with it, maybe I could make this work.
If they leave you with only their memories sticking to your skin, don’t try to cut it out in hopes that you might bleed art.
The other day at a party, a white girl drunkenly called me “Nora” for several minutes before she realized that Nora, the only other Asian person present, was actually on the other side of the room.
Asher was expelled from the Society of Children’s Book Writers and Illustrators last year after sexual harassment allegations unsurfaced in an anonymous email.
Sorry, Internet, you were ALL wrong. Her daughter’s name actually has nothing to do with a butterfly at all — but thanks for all the misdirection, Kylie.
Hello. My name is Hollow. I live inside your soul. Under the layers and layers of skin, and tissue and muscle… all the way down where nothing and everything survives.
One day, my heart is going to stop needing you.
Did your name make the cut?