Esther Kidd

“Trust is when we plummet into the depths of an abyss and reach out for each other’s hands.
—Amaderan Poetry, various authors”
― Marie Lu, The Young Elites

“Because every time I wanted to get naked, I was sharing the soft part of my trauma with people I'd never remember, and I hated the way they'd run the pads of their fingers over the keloids, kissing at them as if just then, in the blissful fog of lust, they could heal me. I couldn't stand the pretense of it all, the role I'd let them play--me the damsel, them the mare--it made me too vulnerable, too available, too likely to be exploited.”
― Camonghne Felix, Dyscalculia: A Love Story of Epic Miscalculation

“Time is an anarchy.

There are whole sections of years that have, in my mind, disappeared, time revealing its tricks to me like a cocky necromantic. The gaps are caverns of absence, temporal wormholes, where all I can recall is the sensation of being stretched between many different dimensions of crisis at once.”
― Camonghne Felix, Dyscalculia: A Love Story of Epic Miscalculation

“Everything's better under the stars, I suppose. If we get another life after we die, I'll meet you there, old sport...”
― Alice Oseman, Radio Silence