The truth is something people will go to great lengths to keep for themselves. It shouldn't feel like a gift when you get it, but it is. I looked her The truth is something people will go to great lengths to keep for themselves. It shouldn't feel like a gift when you get it, but it is. I looked her in the eyes, and I thanked her for giving it to me....more
I always feel tricked into time-travel reads, but I suppose that’s on me for being a cover porn slut instead of reading anything prior about the novelI always feel tricked into time-travel reads, but I suppose that’s on me for being a cover porn slut instead of reading anything prior about the novel. In this instance, I’m not that mad because the chance to pause time for a while and exist in that new love energy with someone sounds like a dream. ...more
What a wild ride this book took me on. I found myself chuckling at some of the whitty banter but more often cringing at the sheer ridiculousness of thWhat a wild ride this book took me on. I found myself chuckling at some of the whitty banter but more often cringing at the sheer ridiculousness of the situation. I always want to read about strong women killing it at work… and in the bedroom, but why the fuck did we waste our time on all those (white) mediocre men?...more
For as long as I can remember I've had a preference for mediocre bodies, including my own.For as long as I can remember I've had a preference for mediocre bodies, including my own....more
It was one of those strange highlighted moments you get sometimes, where the whole day—sleeping late, working in my darkroom, wasting hours on InstagrIt was one of those strange highlighted moments you get sometimes, where the whole day—sleeping late, working in my darkroom, wasting hours on Instagram—blends together into one high-speed, blurry memory reel, stopping short at this frozen, hi-res moment. Like a living photograph....more
He wasn’t religious, and so neither was she. Fiction, maybe, or art—were those religions? Believing that the stories you told could save you, and cou He wasn’t religious, and so neither was she. Fiction, maybe, or art—were those religions? Believing that the stories you told could save you, and could reach everyone you had ever loved?
An acknowledgement of love, from a daughter to her father....more
The only thing I was guilty of was being unable to adjust. I could adapt to any kind of work; it was life itself that I could not adjust to. The pain The only thing I was guilty of was being unable to adjust. I could adapt to any kind of work; it was life itself that I could not adjust to. The pain of life, the sadness… and the joy…...more
We are both poets so I ask you to write me into a poem and you say: here, this one is about shaping you into a wave oMy Beloved Finds Me Everywhere but Here
We are both poets so I ask you to write me into a poem and you say: here, this one is about shaping you into a wave or here you are a horse with lace reins and I look finding only music or what could be your mother so I ask again where am I and you say: who else could I mean when I write: sweet witch, write: teeth you say: can't you see it turn like you do...more
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