"who actually reads books anymore?"*rolls eyes aggressively* I legitimately hate comments like that written above. You would be surprised at how many times I have heard this. And it makes me so infinitely angry. What motivated me to write this post was a journey of reminiscence. Specifically, I was brainstorming an idea for another blog [...]
there's an acknowledgement, i guess, in the silence. we don't let our lips pull apart. just a moment, filled with the heaving of our breaths. i don't really feel guilty in taking what i want. you broke me, now: you're the one crawling on your knees, begging for my hands my lips my heat [...]
... The only way I can properly describe Scream All Night by Derek Milman, his debut novel, is this: whatever you think should never happen in reality, actually, somehow, happens. It is fantastically chaotic, confusing and hilarious. Scream All Night narrates the story of Dario Heyward, who had made the promise to himself at age [...]
what are we? fighters with no one to fight, wars that aren't our own. working ourselves to the bone the neverending story, on repeat. will it ever change? sometimes i sit small, curl myself up, contemplating the earth that i won't witness. to busy being dead. think about it. our lives are so [...]
i feel the world - dizzying at times, an illusion. i stand on the precipice unknowing of my place. do i even exist?
she lived in her own mind, it was where she felt safest. no one could take her thoughts away - they held her power, her truth. they could (they have) take away her humanity, her rights; use her body for their gain. but this, here, was hers. she's readying the fire to throw the flames. [...]