The Secret Admirer of Virginia Woolf
Helena Haitian Jiang
‘Eaten.’ He rectifies, his tongue flips out and recoils in saurian swiftness.
‘Eaten.’ He rectifies, his tongue flips out and recoils in saurian swiftness.
‘Eaten.’ He rectifies, his tongue flips out and recoils in saurian swiftness.
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Elizabeth Ellen’s Instagram account (@shortflightlongdrive). Come for the cougar stalking the line between avant-tasteful and not not ironic literary hot mom, stay for zooming in on the books in the background. Elizabeth Ellen’s Instagram. I’m liking it for the captions.
And by:
Elizabeth Ellen’s Instagram account (@shortflightlongdrive). Come for the cougar stalking the line between avant-tasteful and not not ironic literary hot mom, stay for zooming in on the books in the background. Elizabeth Ellen’s Instagram. I’m liking it for the captions.
Because isn’t that the true nature of love, protecting each other from our wickedest parts?
Because isn’t that the true nature of love, protecting each other from our wickedest parts?
The moon men decided to come to Earth because they didn’t like the way the Earth people were always staring at them. Whenever they looked up at that enormous blue orb through their telescope, the
The moon men decided to come to Earth because they didn’t like the way the Earth people were always staring at them. Whenever they looked up at that enormous blue orb through their telescope, the
It’s got good bones, everyone kept telling us. Who knows.
It’s got good bones, everyone kept telling us. Who knows.
I see them right there plain as day, two-dimensional prints, sacred geometry, my life is full of meaning.
I see them right there plain as day, two-dimensional prints, sacred geometry, my life is full of meaning.
I wake up the next morning with the sensation that my lips weigh ten pounds and are about to drop off my face. I’m too scared to look in the mirror,
I wake up the next morning with the sensation that my lips weigh ten pounds and are about to drop off my face. I’m too scared to look in the mirror,
In those days, it was popular to ask, What would Jesus do? I crucified myself for days.
They said it was a record-breaking storm. I wasn’t paying attention. I was trying to find a clean bowl and wondering if the radiator was supposed to make that noise. I didn’t think anyone would be out
In those days, it was popular to ask, What would Jesus do? I crucified myself for days.
Love is like a museum. You have to look around, experience things, and then leave.
"[Her Lesser Work] is a collection of mordant and formally inventive stories circling themes of, let’s say, desire and escape within repressive structures."
-Walker Caplan, Literary Hub