Es Summer

“Love can be a form of self-harm.
Craving affection can devastate”
― Mohamed Ghazi, Honest

“We write in response to what we read and learn; and in the end we write out of our deepest selves.”
― Andrea Barrett

“My love, my darling, not a day goes by when I don’t remember,” he murmurs hoarsely.”
― Mia Asher, Sweetest Venom

“I could do it. I could rip your life out like a fury, like a beast.
I could stand over you with my red hands
and lap the heart out of your hollow chest.
I'm a wolf, I'm a woman, I'm a building hurricane.
I'm whole-way sharp teeth, soul-sick wet claws.
I say "love me," and you say, "you're killing me."
I say, "i'd die for you," and you say," You'd kill for me—that's not the same thing.”
― Elisabeth Hewer, Wishing for Birds