Christabel Simpson

“What is beauty?
Does it not lie in the depth of thinking?
One, who carefully observes the dust
Thus sees the shine in it.”
― Hema Chhetri, what RU raising? ME, a TREE of POETRY.

“What the hell do you know about menstrual cups?” “I know my ex-girlfriend swore by hers and persuaded my big sister to get one, and she likes hers too.” “You…” He was talking about menstruation. A man. Casually discussing it. “I don’t know if this is an appropriate topic of conversation.”  He shrugged. “Why not? I don’t faint at the sight of tampons, or blood. If you don’t have a cup, you should give it a go.” He grabbed two off a high shelf. “Try both sizes.” He tossed the boxes into the basket and looked at her impassively.”
― Eve Pendle, Her Grumpy Neighbor Until Halloween

“...the shoes were devil shoes. They ran away from their creator, who now rested peacefully at the Heavenly Father’s side. For hundreds of years they have gone from one girl to another, stirring up inappropriate desires. And girls in red shoes never return home.”
― Intan Paramaditha, Wędrówka

“Any beginning is also an ending, you know. You can’t have just the one.”
― Suzette Haden Elgin, Native Tongue