Will Anderson
Will Anderson
Lead singer of the pop-rock group Parachute, the group known for songs like "She is Love."
ProfessionPop Singer
Date of Birth5 May 1986
CitySacramento, CA
our-veterans proud veteran
I am super proud of being an American, but we fail our veterans every day.
girl dream nice
I see a girl caught in the remains of a holiday gone bad, with her flesh picked off day after day as the carcass dries out. The knife and fork are abviously middle-class sensibilities. The palm tree is a nice touch. A broken dream,perhaps? Plastic honeymoon, deserted island? Oh, If you put in a slice of pumpkin pie, it could be a desserted island! (Pg 64)
answers tricks offers
The trick to surviving an interrogation is patience. Don't offer up anything. Don't explain. Answer the question and only the question that is asked so you don't accidentally put your head in a noose.
listening want world
I needed to hear the world but didn't want the world to know I was listening.
girl eye exit
I’m the girl who trips on the dance floor and can’t find her way to the exit. All eyes on me.
ties people parent
Emma is a mattress who got thrown off the truck when her parents split up. It's not like you can blame a mattress when people don't tie it down tight enough.
eating-disorder want dies
Do I want to die from the inside out or the outside in?
space shining daylight
I am the space between my thighs, daylight shining through.
girl book fall
This girl shivers and crawls under the covers with all her clothes on and falls into an overdue library book, a faerie story with rats and marrow and burning curses. The sentences build a fence around her, a Times Roman 10-point barricade, to keep the thorny voices in her head from getting too close.
baby stupid people
Look at the stupid, poor people. Look at the stupid, poor, burned-out people. Look at the stupid, poor, burned-out people, look at their dead baby. It's death porn for the masses.
answers want doe
What do I want? The answer to that question does not exist.
dad flower land
I shake my head. I pick up the rake and start making the dead-leaf pile neater. A blister pops and stains the rake handle like a tear. Dad nods and walks to the Jeep, keys jangling in his fingers. A mockingbird lands on a low oak branch and scolds me. I rake the leaves out of my throat. Me: "Can you buy some seeds? Flower seeds?
breathing eating hardest
Eating was hard. Breathing was hard. Living was hardest.
heart missing wicked
You’re not dead, but you’re not alive, either. You’re a wintergirl, Lia-Lia, caught in between the worlds. You’re a ghost with a beat- ing heart. Soon you’ll cross the border and be with me. I’m so stoked. I miss you wicked.