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Ky Simpson
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I’ve barley started, but I can tell I’m going to love this
— Mar 14, 2026 05:47PM
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Ky Simpson
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“So I simply must continue to live with this ghost, to grow accustomed to her face lingering on the backs of my eyelids. We must find some other equilibrium of coexistence that does not involve my giving her the only thing she wants.“
— Mar 22, 2026 03:24PM
Ky Simpson
is on page 250 of 329
“the messy industry of clothing, removal and frantic stimulation of parts.”
“Geoff is one of the few people on earth who also understands the unique pain of trying to love Athena Liu. The futility of it all… Like Icarus, hurtling straight at the sun, just to feel its warmth on his skin.”
“But the living are burdened with bodies.”
— Mar 22, 2026 03:24PM
“Geoff is one of the few people on earth who also understands the unique pain of trying to love Athena Liu. The futility of it all… Like Icarus, hurtling straight at the sun, just to feel its warmth on his skin.”
“But the living are burdened with bodies.”
Ky Simpson
is on page 104 of 329
REALLLLY highlighting liberal America😃
“His face is so brown and wrinkled it has the consistency of a walnut,”
“But reading discourse about myself is like prodding at a sore tooth. I’m compelled to keep digging, just to see how far the rot goes.“
— Mar 21, 2026 10:12PM
“His face is so brown and wrinkled it has the consistency of a walnut,”
“But reading discourse about myself is like prodding at a sore tooth. I’m compelled to keep digging, just to see how far the rot goes.“
Ky Simpson
is on page 104 of 329
YUPPP eating this up!!
“And maybe it's the cocktails, or my overactive writer's imagination, but I feel this hot coiling in my stomach, a bizarre urge to stick my fingers in her berry-red-painted mouth and rip her face apart, to neatly peel her skin off her body like an orange and zip it up over myself.”
— Mar 19, 2026 11:59AM
“And maybe it's the cocktails, or my overactive writer's imagination, but I feel this hot coiling in my stomach, a bizarre urge to stick my fingers in her berry-red-painted mouth and rip her face apart, to neatly peel her skin off her body like an orange and zip it up over myself.”

