He wanted to sink you in steaming water, and put into your ashen mouth a slice of thick bread with roe shining on it like rubies. He wanted to sink you in steaming water, and brush your hair, and make you well. But he could not. You were too far gone. So instead he and I held you between us and I fed you, I fed you like a chick. I chewed up stars and sunlight and the rind of the moon and vomited them back into you, the most wholesome food we have known since the youth of the world.
Deathless, Catherynne M. Valente
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Sunday, April 14, 2013
When Ivan returned from his work, he, too, often looked older. He ate his cutlets and bread silently, with a sullen kind of savagery, and with a sullen kind of savagery he wrapped Marya up in his body, and kissed all of the skin she had, and cursed her for not having more.
Deathless, Catherynne M. Valente
Friday, February 15, 2013
You own everything that happened to you. Tell your stories. If people wanted you to write warmly about them, they should’ve behaved better.
Anne Lamott (via loveyourchaos)
Sunday, February 3, 2013
some say the world will end in fire, some say in ice, some say in lists of 50 must read sci fi novels
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