We talked about how terrible the natural world could be. Of course, the bamboo is only doing what it must. Everything obeys it’s own inner laws. Everything is greedy and moving toward a version of light.
If you repeat something enough, you can almost make yourself believe it. I’m.
Maybe dying a few times messes with your hormones or something. I kind of like it. His.
Take down the walls. Otherwise you must live closely, in fear, building barricades against the unknown, saying prayers against the darkness, speaking verse of terror and tightness. Otherwise.
You know you can’t be happy unless you’re unhappy sometimes, right?
It’s so good I could cry, and Sarah actually does cry, sitting and sobbing in front of her plate.
Her voice has always reminded me of bees droning flatly in the heat.
Later: I’m seeing everything in pieces and fractions, like a series of photographs shuffled randomly together.
He and I have a head-nod friendship, since that’s pretty much the limit of our interaction.
Evidence of a fire,” Raven says, and then adds, a little more quietly, “Bone.” “I knew it.” Coral’s voice.
Because,” she says, “I said so.” I.
Black is too morbid;.
I’ll be right behind you,” he says.
This place has always existed: While cities were bombed and turned into ruins, while walls went up – the stream was here, running over the rocks, full of its own secret laughter.
They’ve torn through the fabric of invisibility that has cloaked us for years. Suddenly.
And I look back. Alex.
Tanya’s nails click exaggeratedly against the keyboard.
He has been watching me sleep. I feel embarrassed and angry and flattered at the same time. I wonder.
She was always different from other people – more outspoken, more independent, more fearless.
Alex’s T-shirt is red, and.