michelle j

“You did not let me keep my name, so I will strip you of yours. In this world you are what I say you are, and I say you are a ghost, a long night's fever dream that I have finally woken up from. I say you are the smoke-wisp memory of a flame, thawing ice suffering under an early spring sun, a chalk ledger of depts being wiped clean. I say you do not have a name.”
― S.T. Gibson, A Dowry of Blood

“And then she is kissing me, right here on the sidewalk on a foggy summer night. Violet is kissing me, and everything is perfect. The kiss doesn't end. We are not two girls on a polite first date, bestowing a customary good-night peck.

No.

We are kissing like girls who have ached for each other for years who never even spoke but somehow exchanged I love yous anyway.”
― Nina LaCour, You Know Me Well

“I may think of you softly from time to time. But I’ll cut off my hand before I ever reach for you again.”
― Arthur Miller, The Crucible

“we're all wanting things we don't understand. things we can't even name. The yearning so deep, like pinions over our hearts.”
― Megan Abbott, Dare Me