Annice

“Caroline wore detachment fashionably, like the slick skin of a seal, the grip of reality sliding off so that she always appeared cool and unbothered in the hot, frantic world. I’m not like her – I catch on everything. Every small want grows out of me, like thorns, making me impossible to embrace.”
― Ryan La Sala, The Honeys

“The way they talk about themselves—with such frankness—it feels like all people are wet clay, all the shapes that define us self-imposed. I realize this fits into the way I’ve always seen myself, which is: art, attempted, though often spoiled by the demands of another’s taste. It makes me wonder what shape I’d be if I’d never met another human being.”
― Ryan La Sala, The Honeys

“What beauty in our reality is simply an unfathomable refraction across space, light, and time?”
― Ryan La Sala, The Honeys

“If I'm out of my own control, I'm within someone else's— that's what Mom used to tell us. She meant that the moment we lose our grip on a situation, it becomes an opportunity for someone else to take advantage of us. I heard it another way. I heard: It is up to you to demand people see you as you, or they will almost always decide you are someone else.”
― Ryan La Sala, The Honeys