My friend is having his period," I told the pizza guy, and handed him his tip. "He needs Britney and extra cheese to get him through it. I'm trying to be supportive.

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

I think that’s a mercy of this island, actually, that it won’t give us our terrible memories for long, but let us keep the good ones for as long as we want them.

The Boy should watch where he’s going,” she said. “Rachel should not manifest in doorways,” I replied.

We all, one day, realize that we’re not going to be kids forever and we’re going to grow up.

Arbores loqui latine. The trees speak Latin.

Flickering lights anonymous doors my heart escaping in drips i'm still waking up but she's still sleeping this ICU is hotel for the dead