Astrid Jones személy

A. S. King: Ask the Passengers

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Sae P>!

Dancing and drinking. Two things very low on my list of priorities, along with sex, kickboxing and becoming a rodeo star.

Kapcsolódó szócikkek: Astrid Jones
Sae P>!

An hour ago, I wasn’t going anywhere tonight. I think: Maybe it’s okay that people talk you into things. Maybe if they didn’t, you’d never go anywhere.

Kapcsolódó szócikkek: Astrid Jones
Sae P>!

He checks the water level in the birdbath. Then he walks in the front door to find me pretending to poke my eye out with a protractor.
“Trig?” he asks.
I put my head down in response. I stick my tongue out and roll my eyes back like I’m dying.

Kapcsolódó szócikkek: Astrid Jones · Gerry Jones
Sae P>!

My secret is bigger than her secret, because nobody knows it yet.
    Not even me.

Kapcsolódó szócikkek: Astrid Jones
Sae P>!

What if we can’t get in? What if Jeff says no? What if we get caught? What if I get hit on by women who are old enough to be my mother? What if Dee goes there and all my worlds collide? What if people see us? What if I get an answer?
    What if I get an answer?
    What if. I get. An answer?

Kapcsolódó szócikkek: Astrid Jones
Sae P>!

I hear my dad’s voice: You have to let people get to know you before you decide they don’t like you.

Kapcsolódó szócikkek: Astrid Jones
Sae P>!

    “Whatever,” the blond who’s telling the story says. “It’s about our freedom. To be who we are, whether we recognize gays or not.”
    […] I replace the word gays from her sentence with these other words: blacks, Hispanics, immigrants, women, people of mixed race, Jehovah’s Witnesses, Gypsies, Russians, Poles, Yugoslavians, Ukrainians, mentally and physically disabled.

Kapcsolódó szócikkek: Astrid Jones
Sae P>!

Everybody’s always looking for the person they’re better than.

Kapcsolódó szócikkek: Astrid Jones
Sae P>!

I mean, I’m usually Astrid Jones, pacifist poet type who doesn’t usually pick fights outside of correcting your grammar.

Kapcsolódó szócikkek: Astrid Jones
Sae P>!

    This whole notion of perfection intrigues me. How can we say nobody’s perfect if there is no perfect to compare to? Perfection implies that there really is a right and wrong way to be. And what type of perfection is the best type? Moral perfection? Aesthetic? Physiological? Mental?

Kapcsolódó szócikkek: Astrid Jones