You were familiar with this posture, of a girl waiting for someone to notice her not notice them.
There are times when you just want to go up to no one in particular, and say, “Fuck you and the nutsack that held nightmare-you for x amount of time,” even if, and perhaps especially when, the eventual target is your own face.
There are times when you just want to go up to no one in particular, and say, “Fuck you and the nutsack that held nightmare-you for x amount of time,” even if, and perhaps especially when, the eventual target is your own face.
I have a dream, after selling this book, someone asks me what it’s about. I explain and they say, So, the narrator is still pining after Finn? They put emphasis on the word ‘still.’
I have a dream, after selling this book, someone asks me what it’s about. I explain and they say, So, the narrator is still pining after Finn? They put emphasis on the word ‘still.’
Men are tyrants with their time; but women are tyrants with the eternal.
Men are tyrants with their time; but women are tyrants with the eternal.
Wafts of ancient loam and wet wood. He had viewed it all with sickening fascination, the swiftness with which something so solid could be torn asunder, cored completely.
I’ve always wanted someone to tell me what I want, to sell me on a life I want to live.
Wafts of ancient loam and wet wood. He had viewed it all with sickening fascination, the swiftness with which something so solid could be torn asunder, cored completely.
I’ve always wanted someone to tell me what I want, to sell me on a life I want to live.
Literature is happening all of the time, all around us, all at once.
Literature is happening all of the time, all around us, all at once.
I was driving down the freeway listening to Third Eye Blind way too loud
I was driving down the freeway listening to Third Eye Blind way too loud
Bobby was going down, not on a woman or a man but fast and with extreme force into the frost covered asphalt of a Holiday Inn parking lot, five minutes from the Detroit airport.
Bobby was going down, not on a woman or a man but fast and with extreme force into the frost covered asphalt of a Holiday Inn parking lot, five minutes from the Detroit airport.
My father is talking fast, telling me how the redhead is waiting for him.
My father is talking fast, telling me how the redhead is waiting for him.
Once her parents were reliably asleep she helped herself to a long hot shower, a respite which was what she imagined drugs must be like.
Once her parents were reliably asleep she helped herself to a long hot shower, a respite which was what she imagined drugs must be like.
"I loved reading Exit, Carefully. It’s unusual, and in my opinion exciting, to publish a play without previously receiving a major production."
-Walker Caplan, Lithub
