victoria marie’s Reviews > milktooth > Status Update

I think the thing about life might be that it's just hard, for no divine reason, and it will change you, with no preordained end, and it's for you to decide whether the hardness hardens you or cracks you open. I try to figure out which it's doing to me. I press my fingers in around my heart, feeling for bulwarks, or openings. (229)

I'm so curious about how that happens, healthy love. Like, where you go to find it, and what you're supposed to do to deserve it. (207)

The words clotted cream sound so unhealthy together it's almost a turn on. When the woman turns her back, I dip my finger into the pot and suck it off. (171)

This thought buoyed me and I dove. The cold closed my throat and silenced my brain. I opened my mouth and let the salt in. I saw my hands and strands of my hair in front of me, suspended in dark water and felt, for the few seconds before my legs forced me back to the surface, not lonely, but perfectly alone. (91)

And a change always sounds good when your life feels bad because the change should transform the bad, or at least distract you from it. Lose your job and cut bangs. Get a tattoo when the snow refuses to melt. Get dumped and move to Montréal. I supposed I could use a change, too. (76)

But I didn't really know, at the time. Not the way I know now. (52)