Forwarded from Wild (R E B E L)
the sheer magic of being so invested in a book you just sit and read half of it feverishly without any ability to stop, just gulping down word after word like it's water in a desert and your eyes aren't fast enough for your mind and when you reach the last page you look up and realize you're not decades and miles away but in the space of your own room,,,, truly unmatched by any other human experience.
Forwarded from Paraphernalic Thoughts (⛓•LutheR•⛓)
(A poignant premeditated benevolence profligacy).
Tardy realizations kill you.
Tardy realizations kill you.
“DESIGN”: “If this child is part of the Plan, then the Plan was that I would be raped. If this child is not part of the Plan, then my rape was a violation of the Plan, in which case the Plan is not a Plan at all, but a Polite Fucking Suggestion.” Benson reaches out for the survivor’s hand, but the woman looks down at the water, kneels from the railing, and is gone.
“Look, it’s just that I’m walking around feeling like I’m going to vomit out my own toenails, and I want to die, and I want to kill someone, sometimes, and I feel like I’m on the verge of dissolving into a puddle of organs and slop. Organ slop.”
“SCREWED”: The DA calls in sick, again. “The sixty-fifth story,” Henson whispers into her ear, “is about a world that watches you and me and everyone. Watches our suffering like it is a game. Can’t stop. Can’t tear themselves away. If they could stop, we could stop, but they won’t, so we can’t.”
“LUNACY”: Benson doesn’t think about the moon very often, but when she does, she always undoes her top four buttons, tilts her throat up to the sky.