I remember lying in the snow, a small red spot of warm going cold, surrounded by wolves.

Then I picked my book back up again and stroked her hair and read to the soundtrack of her breaths.

Sleep deprivation made his life an imaginary thing, his days a ribbon floating aimlessly in water." - Whelk

The most dangerous and wonderful creature alive is the human.

She draws patterns on my face / These lines make shapes that can’t replace / the version of me that I hold inside / when lying with you, lying with you, lying with you.

That was a weird thought. My straight-up mother being bothered by faeries? Delia was even weirder. I could picture the scene. Faerie: Come away, human. Delia: Why? Faerie: Untold delights and youth forever. Delia: I'm holding out for a better offer. Ta.

if you were really busy, you could almost forget about it, but when you stopped moving, it was murder