sunhermit

“Summer rain smelled like newly clipped grass, like mouths stained red with berry juice - blueberries, raspberries, blackberries. It smelled like late nights spent pointing constellations out from their starry guises, freshly washed laundry drying outside on the line, like barbecues and stolen kisses in a 1932 Ford Coupe”
― Leslye Walton

“And that might just be the root of the problem: we're all afraid of each other, wings or no wings.”
― Leslye Walton, The Strange and Beautiful Sorrows of Ava Lavender

“She laughed for her wasted, difficult life that never had to be wasted or difficult in the first place.”
― Leslye Walton, The Strange and Beautiful Sorrows of Ava Lavender

“Hurting people, really, deeply hurting them - that isn't something you do on purpose. It's just a by-product of living.”
― Leila Sales, Tonight the Streets Are Ours