Where can a girl go, but to a husband’s home? Somewhere in cities, impractical idiots dream of a revolution—our own land, our own country—but here in the village, there are only mountains and marriage.
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Where the Blue Rests
Blue in action was a matter of life or death, and you avoided it at all costs, not jump into it like Chikara unless you wanted to die.
Ana
she was the first boy I had ever kissed and I wanted to be kissing a boy but I wanted so badly to be a girl while doing it
The Cirrus Circus
Our collective moisture and heat condensating in the sky, the first cycle of a dynamic and unpredictable climate in this new home: the end of her quest.
Fruition
On Easter morning I found the head lodged in the dirt of my backyard, upright and still alive.
We Love Because HE Loved Us First
When she opened her eyes, she found that the water stain on the ceiling had grown even larger.
Excerpt from Love the World or Get Killed Trying
I am preparing myself for the act of shaking hands with Sólheimajökull, 36.8 degrees °C greeting freezing, as the bus drives through a landscape of lush hills filled with grass and sheep who won’t become meat-market fashion victims if I have a say in the matter, which I don’t.
