Lindsey

“The secret was that humanity is wretched in its essence, and we loathe to be reminded of our own rote repulsiveness. We hate to remember that we have bones that creak and grind at their points of juncture, blood that pulses wetly and turbidly through our veins, and muscles that distend and undulate when called upon to move. A man hates most of all his own heart, his own lungs, his own eyes and flesh and teeth, and he is grateful when he can displace this hatred onto another, when one is so openly, so garishly odious that it appears exceptional. The most blessed sights in the world are the most vulgar, and the most frightful are the most mundane.”
― Ava Reid, Innamorata

“Was that not how you loved someone? By hammering your body into whatever shape they liked best, and handing yourself to them like a hilt?”
― Alix E. Harrow, The Everlasting

“Most of all they learned one another, as few people ever have or will. In the churn and tumult of their lives—where summer did not always follow spring, where even their own names were tricksome and shifting—they were to one another what fixed stars are to sailors: the only way through the dark.”
― Alix E. Harrow, The Everlasting

“How sweet it was to die, knowing someone wanted you to live.”
― Alix E. Harrow, The Everlasting