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
skins together use
They tied me back together, but they didn't use double knots. My insides are draining out of the fault lines in my skin, I can feel it, but every time I check the bandages, they're dry.
differences making-a-difference speak
Don't expect to make a difference unless you speak up for yourself.
sadness soul bees
Melancholy held me hostage, and the bees built a hive of sadness in my soul.
summer daughter cousin
i was raped, too sexually assaulted in seventh grade, tenth grade. the summer after graduation, at a party i was 16 i was 14 i was 5 and he did it for three years i loved him i didn't even know him he was my best friend's brother, my grandfather, father, mommy's boyfriend, my date, my cousin, my coach i met him for the first time that night and- 4 guys took turns, and- i'm a boy and this happened to me, and- ...i got pregnant i gave up my daughter for adoption... did it happen to you, too?
couple kids native-language
They're on their way to the foreign-language wing. That's no surprise. The foreign kids are always here, like they need to breathe air scented with their native language a couple times a day or they'll choke to death on too much American.
book kids writing
I watch some kids ask the cafeteria ladies to sign their books. What do they write: "Hope your chicken patties never bleed?" Or, maybe, "May your Jell-O always wiggle?
want be-kind bugs
The one good thing about being kind of shy is that nobody bugs you when you want to be left alone.
say-anything awful trouble
I don't say anything and I feel awful. I tell somebody and I feel worse. I'm having trouble finding a middle ground.
earthquakes understood
I understood what triggered her earthquakes, most of them.
girl moving sight
Momma said that ghosts couldn't move over water. That's why Africans got trapped in the Americas.. They kept moving us over the water, stealing us away from our ghosts and ancestors, who cried salty rivers into the sand. That's where Momma was now, wailing at the water's edge, while her girls were pulled out of sight under white sails that cracked in the wind.
hurt pain cutting
Cutting pain was a different flavor of hurt. It made it easier not to think about having my body and my family and my life stolen, made it easier not to care... -Wintergirls
hurt rooms tiny
It doesn't hurt. Nothing hurts except the small smiles and blushes that flash across the room like tiny sparrows.
eye rivers perfect
I look at my homely sketch. It doesn't need anything. Even through the river in my eyes I can see that. It isn't perfect and that makes it just right.
perfect interesting tree
Nothing is perfect. Flaws are interesting. Be the tree.