moonchild



Like a tropical storm,

I, too, may one day become ‘better organized.’

"Tropical Storm" by Lydia Davis

(via youareoneofmany)

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John Ajvide Lindqvist, Little Star

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John Ajvide Lindqvist, Little Star

His username is Patroclus. His password is also Patroclus.
—Odysseus, on Achilles, Book 7 (via incorrectiliad)

(Source: incorrectclassics)

God called me Fish Heart. Lily Mouth. I was an evening sort of girl. He liked me better ripped up, bar bathrooms, bar peanuts, skip the small talk. We’re both Adam. We’re both Eve. In the mornings, swallowing bait, swallowing nails, pulling apart the microwave, two forks and an empty socket. Baby, there is always a limit. Hours spent rubbing my belly, waiting for watermelon trees, or orange bushes, or flowers heavy with green apples. And now, this is what I can dissect: his fingers in the gut of the fish, his fingers in the core of the flower, always pulling. Like it wasn’t enough to feel, like He had to see, to know.