the question forced itself into my mind, without my permission: do i want to be loved or lovable? what kind of question is that? of COURSE i want to be loved. of course i…

Tomorrow when the zealots uncover her sins, they’ll punish her just like God taught them to. But right now, she’s alive and learning how to dance. It’s the perfect sort of first time: a…

TUESDAY, JUNE 25th, 4:25 AM the birds have started chirping quietlyand i still haven’t slept a winkthose horrible, horrible words begin to echo in my head “there’s no rest for the wicked.” the shadows…