Sublime

Women act counter to all the laws of submission when they remove themselves from availability.

“The strange and painful truth is that I’m a better person because I lost my mom young,” she wrote. “When you say you experience my writing as sacred what you are touching is the divine place within me that is my mother. Sugar is the temple I built in my obliterated place.”

echt

propriety.

A lonely girl living in a world surrounded only by ghosts. Nothing reminded her of her own life more.

Under

the one about the girl with moonlight in her eyes.

the bookstore was inhuman.

My neurologist calls me Mystery. Maybe at one point I would’ve found a strange pride in this. But when your body is leaving you, you’d give anything to be perfectly ordinary. I’m prepared to be emptied of complexity. Make me simple—known and understood and obvious. But that isn’t my name.