Christabel Simpson

“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

“everybody knows that happily is never really ever after. The truth is buried in the phrase itself, if you look it up. The original version was “happy in the ever after,” which meant something like “hey, everybody dies and goes to heaven in the end, so does it really matter what miseries and disasters befall us on this mortal plane?” Cut out two little words, cover the gap with an -ly, and voilà: The inevitability of death is replaced by the promise of endless, rosy life.”
― Alix E. Harrow, A Mirror Mended

“Labels and boxes don’t matter any more when you always want to be with someone, hear her whole life story, or trace your fingers through her hair when you’re worn out after making love.”
― Intan Paramaditha, Wędrówka

“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.