I cried for all of those things that should have just been for us...
He had the red serviette tucked into his t-shirt at the neck which made me laugh. He hadn’t done this since our third date when I had told him off for his bad manners.
We should fall in love. Love each other enough to shit at the same time on the same toilet.
If you’re not seeing God at the climax, it’s not worth doing. Sex is the bridge that connects heaven and earth.
These were the things we would never notice were missing.
I turned to him and he reached for my hand. It would have been easier to walk away. But the wind still blew around us and the house still stood.
The diamonds glinted under the glare of the chandelier and they looked like a thousand spider eyes
The scratching came from the attic. At night, when Rory turned out the light I would lie awake and wait for it to skit, skit, skit lightly across the floorboards above our heads and down behind the water pipes.
In the dark behind the glare of the television, like a mannequin behind it, I could see a silhouette and it wasn’t moving. It was maybe six foot high with its shoulders hunched and I blinked to make sure it was real. The TV fuzzed grey and white an...
The chandelier was wearing on its rubber support and the crack at the side of the ceiling hold was getting bigger. “One day that’s going to fall on us and spear you through the heart,” he said. I turned to kiss him on the shoulder and closed my...
I say fuck marriage, but we can do it for these westerners and explain it to the gods later.
Sometimes our walls exist just to see who has the strength to knock them down.
