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In the dresser, there are two sets of rosary beads, a Brigid’s cross, and an
iron pendant on a chain. And then there is her, more worthy of worship,
with a knee on either side of my hips.

Of all people, Martin is the one I want to tell that Susannah O’Shea is not just a girl from our class, but that she is a seraph who found Crossmore, and that I don’t have time for him because I am too busy kneeling at the altar of her navel.

Here she is at the door; she creeps across the floor to me. Is she
embarrassed all of a sudden? What I wouldn’t give to roll my eyes at her
now, to pull my hand away as she tries to hold it. The luxury of being
annoyed at her is something I cannot afford.

What better way to offend Catríona than for Susannah to parade around the
house with the sheen of me on her chin?

Susannah is so powerful, she is too much to be denied, she is the sort of
woman that could pull rocks up from the earth.

call back

Instead, I light her cigarettes, and when they
go from my lips to hers, it’s close to a kiss.

For now, I allow myself to be wanted by her

The sky ahead of us is peach, bruising where it is
nearest to Heaven, and behind us, black

She looks at me
with such an intensity that her eyes could make a diamond of me

I am all wounds, Susannah, and you are the loveliest pus. Flooding in to
heal me. Yellow as the sun

I am all wounds, Susannah, and you are the loveliest pus. Flooding in to
heal me. Yellow as the sun

When I am this deep in them, it’s easy to forget about myself. My own
feelings are a hedge of briars that I can’t bring myself to touch. There are so
many unhappy people, I just don’t want to find out that I am one of them.

Martin,
who until Friday night had never even known the inside of a girl’s mouth.
Where have his informed and crucial opinions been gestating? Maybe last
year I would have wanted to hear them, but I am growing now, and I’m
understanding things differently.

It means my greatest fear is not teenage pregnancy, nor is my greatest shame a sordid affair with a boy in the year above, nor is my greatest regret a funny taste in my throat. My fear, shame, and regret are elsewhere; I know them all combined in one sickness when I stare at Susannah, deep and long, and without permission.

Seeing that I didn’t take any sweets, she sucks her spit off the lollipop and,
unaware of how her saliva has flooded my thoughts since July, she offers it
to me.

Does she not know that I am a lonely island?

She wouldn’t look at anyone else like this, it pushes my heartbeat up to my throat. It could be nicer, but at least it’s mine.

oh toxic yuri. ok

Without all the mysticism of being my mother, she is just a woman, exactly like me, only with less time ahead of her, and – I’m beginning to think – all the same uncertainty

Perhaps I will forget the effect that homemaking has had
on Mother, with her bright eyes now dull as old dish rags, her spark
extinguished by my father and the house and all of us tireless children. All
my life she has been my only role model, my greatest aspiration, but since I
started to see her as a person beyond a parent, I have seen her as a grave
misfortune, and now I cannot go back to the way I saw her before.

Mother is not the sort of person to be honest when she could be ideal

Although the boys model themselves on Dad, they look so like her

harry beign an absolute CUNT with his little show in montegues tent scaring the shit out of them LMFAOAOAOAOAOA GET IT KING 💀💀😭

“The full moon both hides and reveal, turning skin white and blood black, and Harry feels as if he is fighting in the midst of a nightmare.”

good god. whata ljne

5 sobbed

sobbed thrice already

im crrying