Jade

“I met the wolf alone and was devoured in peace.”
― Edna St. Vincent Millay, Collected Poems

“I write and that way rid myself of me and then at last I can rest.”
― Clarice Lispector

“I think about your face when I used to ask you a question, any old bit of nonsense. Your face would be tense, apprehensive, at the pointlessness of my questions. You never realized that I was asking without expecting any answer, just out of a simple need to confirm that you were there with me, my hand seeking yours, seeking any affection, any tenderness for me on your part.”
― Carola Saavedra, Blue Flowers

“I . . . cannot fall asleep because there is a foreign feeling in my veins, it is the feeling of finally getting what I wanted, and the feeling is colder than I ever thought it would be.”
― Samantha Hunt, The Seas