“Hey” he says. “You okay?”
The words sit in my mouth, sour and thick. I want to say it. I want to scream NO. I want to curl up on the dirt and rock back and fourth and wail, because I am so, so, so sad. There’s no other way to put it. I know there are more beautiful, expressive adjectives available -melancholy, lugubrious, dejected- and I know sad is simple, overused. But sometimes big words hide the truth under layers of phonetic fluff.
I’m here, but I’m a ghost.
I am a millennial. Generation Y. Born between the birth of AIDS and 9/11, give or take. They call us the Global Generation. We are known for our entitlement and narcissism. Some say it’s because we’re the first generation where a kid gets a trophy just for showing up. Others think it’s because social media allows us to post every time we fart or have a sandwich for all the world to see. But it seems that our one defining trait is a numbness to the world, an indifference to suffering.
“I’m going to miss you when I wake up,” she whispered, because she realized that she must have fallen asleep under the sun. Arin was too real for her imagination. He was a dream.
“Don’t wake up,” he said.
ya lit meme: [1/9] quotes/scenes: clockwork prince - the infernal devices “Tess, Tess, T e s s a. Was there ever a more beautiful sound than your name? To speak it aloud makes my heart ring like a bell. Strange to imagine that, isn’t it – a heart ringing – but when you touch me that is what it is like: as if my heart is ringing in my chest and the sound shivers down my veins and splinters my bones with joy.”