I miss something I never even had.

I always knew I was an excellent liar; I just didn't know that I had it in me to fool myself.

You’re insane, you know that?” he says. “It’s the only thing keeping me afloat,” I say.

Kettle thingies. Yum.

I don’t have too many books, I have too little shelving.

I stare at her collarbone that's framed with lace, the hollow of her throat, her shoulders that rise with each rise with the weight of her next breath. We're fragile things. Our bones show through our skin. What would any god want with us?

There is a silence so great that I can hear the ice crystals cracking and falling from eyelashes of girls who will never blink again.