Mythology is a really beautiful vocabulary passed down through centuries that helps us understand the perennial parts of our nature.

Somehow I wasn't adding up right anymore. My parts weren't summing into myself.

You don't want people to think you're just writing stories for children about a pig in a tutu.

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I came to hate the complainers, with their dry and crumbly lipsticks and their wrinkled rage and their stupid, flaccid, old-people sun hats with brims the breadth of Saturn's rings.

I swim with all my strength. No superhuman surge, or pony heroics; it's just me at my most desperate.

Hopes were wallflowers. Hopes hugged the perimeter of a dance floor in your brain, tugging at their party lace, all perfume and hems and doomed expectation. They fanned their dance cards, these guests that pressed against the walls of your heart.