Lucy Wood > Quotes

“Dogs were like the worst drunks - lunging at crotches then pissing over other people's shoes.”
― Lucy Wood, Weathering

“Memories drifting and piling up quietly, like letters on the doormat of an empty house.”
― Lucy Wood, Weathering

“There were noises coming from the spare bedroom. It sounded like ripping cardboard. There was low muttering. Maddy walked forwards quietly, hearing every footstep against the carpet. She stopped in the doorway and looked into the room. There was a pale, gaunt man sitting cross-legged on the floor, rifling through the boxes. His clothes and skin were wet and dripping. There was sand everywhere. His skin looked waxy, almost blue in places, and she knew immediately that he was a ghost by the strange restlessness he'd brought with him into the room, a restlessness and a clamouring, as if he had just disturbed a colony of nesting seabirds.”
― Lucy Wood, Diving Belles

“ur mom”
― Lucy Wood, Untitled