sydney

“I will let the thing take me in its jaws first.”
― Elliot Gish

“That was the last time he knew me.”
― Elliott Gish

“Who else will remember? Who else will make it good, make it beautiful, make sense of it all? There were never any marks left. What took place between the two of you, what took place between the three of us, left no proof. Maybe just a scratch where the bed frame moved against the floor, a smudge of dirt where it scraped the wallpaper, an earring rolled under the dresser, dents in the table where the tip of a knife sunk in. I have to remember and recount, even if you are the only one who will listen now.”
― Sophie Mackintosh, Cursed Bread

“everything was blood and nothing was happiness.”
― Olga Ravn, My Work