sunhermit

“The stories we tell each other, and the stories we tell ourselves. The stories we reveal, and those we hide. The stories we tell our children. These are the temples we build, they must not be erased.”
― Shankari Chandran, Chai Time at Cinnamon Gardens

“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

“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

“Falling out of love was much harder than Gabe would have liked. Normally led through life by the heart attached to his sleeve, finding logic in love proved to be a bit like getting vaccinated for some dread disease: a good idea in the end, but the initial pain certainly wasn’t any fun. He came to appreciate that there were worse ways to live than to live without love. For instance, if he didn’t have arms, Gabe wouldn’t be able to hide in his work. Yes, a life without arms would be quite tragic, indeed.”
― Leslye Walton, The Strange and Beautiful Sorrows of Ava Lavender