Jess

“Crouched across from her, Toothwort has darkened, his foliate head has ripened into moulde, fungus and brown ripples,sweaty, heavy with rot and enzymes. He smells like natural truth, like sex and death.”
― Max Porter, Lanny

“6 months, 2 weeks, 4 days,
and I still don’t know which month it was then
or what day it is now.
Blurred out lines
from hangovers
to coffee
Another vagabond
lost to love.

4am alone and on my way.
These are my finest moments.
I scrub my skin
to rid me from
you
and I still don’t know why I cried.
It was just something in the way you took my heart and rearranged my insides and I couldn’t recognise the emptiness you left me with when you were done. Maybe you thought my insides would fit better this way, look better this way, to you and us and all the rest.
But then you must have changed your mind
or made a wrong
because why did you
leave?

6 months, 2 weeks, 4 days,
and I still don’t know which month it was then
or what day it is now.
I replace cafés with crowded bars and empty roads with broken bottles
and this town is healing me slowly but still not slow or fast enough because there’s no right way to do this.
There is no right way to do this.

There is no right way to do this.”
― Charlotte Eriksson, Another Vagabond Lost To Love: Berlin Stories on Leaving & Arriving

“Everyone is getting married. I'm eating these disgusting chocolates that have melted and reformed five times while sitting in my friend's hot car.”
― Zarah Butcher-McGunnigle, Nostalgia Has Ruined My Life

“I can see quite clearly the ingenuity whereby a man may be made mean or great by exactly the same circumstances.
I can see quite clearly that even if he chooses meanness the things he brings about can even then be welded into a pattern of sanity for him to take advantage of if he wishes. What I can't altogether see - he turned his eyes from the stars to the blackness of the plains and back to the stars again - what I can't altogether see is why I should be permitted to be alive, and to know these things...”
― Kenneth Cook, Wake in Fright