Annice

“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

“Less to burn in the event a rogue gender-fluid camper decides to go on a flaming crusade against the binary, I guess”
― Ryan La Sala, The Honeys

“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

“I have never prayed until Caroline died, and now that she’s gone, I only have one prayer. Just one. Wherever you are, let it be bright. I hope it’s light that greets us, in the end, after everything.”
― Ryan La Sala, The Honeys