“I want you to know me, Hayden thinks, I want you to remember me. I want to be remembered. And he does, he wants every inch of his body—this mortal, tremulous thing he is trapped in—to be mapped out and known, wants Horatio to tease him apart, visceral layer by layer.”
― The Death I Gave Him
― The Death I Gave Him
“Being unexpectedly loved is so wonderful or terrible, isn’t it?”
― Nona the Ninth
― Nona the Ninth
“I'm going to live forever, Felicia."
Even before she laughed, I knew I meant it. And I'm not writing it again now like the early days, when I'd write to you because I felt guilty, because I thought I had to, because I thought I owed you something. I do owe you something, but I've learned better than to blame myself now. I suppose, all this is to say: thank you, Horatio. I know you hate that. I know you believe it. I'm going to say it anyways, even though my hand aches; I'd write it a thousand times, wear down all my tendons for you. Because I meant it, and even here, in this apartment I am trapped indefinitely in, cut off from the rest of the world by glass and steel through nothing but my own damn foolishness, I meant it. I do.
I'm going to live forever.”
― The Death I Gave Him
Even before she laughed, I knew I meant it. And I'm not writing it again now like the early days, when I'd write to you because I felt guilty, because I thought I had to, because I thought I owed you something. I do owe you something, but I've learned better than to blame myself now. I suppose, all this is to say: thank you, Horatio. I know you hate that. I know you believe it. I'm going to say it anyways, even though my hand aches; I'd write it a thousand times, wear down all my tendons for you. Because I meant it, and even here, in this apartment I am trapped indefinitely in, cut off from the rest of the world by glass and steel through nothing but my own damn foolishness, I meant it. I do.
I'm going to live forever.”
― The Death I Gave Him
“This is all there is to love? Simply by being in your life, I have added indelibly to its weight?”
― Nona the Ninth
― Nona the Ninth
“I think I am an impostor. Twenty-seven years ago I was a baby. Before that I was a clump of cells. Before that I didn’t exist. How could I be a bookstore clerk, or a Catholic, or a woman, or a person at all? I’m a life force contained in the deformed body of a baby. Of course I’m a fraud. The fact that I’m able to carry myself through life without being crushed beneath the psychological weight of being alive proves that I’m a con artist. Aren’t we all con artists?”
― Everyone in This Room Will Someday Be Dead
― Everyone in This Room Will Someday Be Dead
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