thecrazymagnet

Aftershocks shook her soul for weeks.

“Maybe not,” she said suddenly, car keys dangling from her fingers. “I don’t know if I can do this yet. Maybe it hasn’t been long enough.” Adam raised an eyebrow. “Do you want to pine over him forever?” “No!” Oh, that had come out harsh. She backtracked. “It’s not that, I just - he hasn’t been gone as long as I made it sound.” “How long?” “Three days.” She waited nervously for a few seconds. Finally, the response came: “That’s not very long. Maybe we shouldn’t do this.” “Maybe not.” Her keys we

We wandered, lost; we lay down.

John is in a bad mood. It must have been something I did

In my next life I do not want wings or claws or an armoured shell. I do not want to be a beloved housecat or the proudest eagle or even to have a second try with these thin pink limbs and this heavy heart. No, I want to whisper and twist through an ocean of jewels, to bear a name that chills you, deep, to make even keeping your precious precious promises of monogamy a deadly game of chance. I will spot the glint on your fingers and I will come for you. The shark is large and blind and brute. The lion is gaudy, the black widow fragile. I would prefer not to suffer from such weaknesses. I will have no quarrel with you generally; but if you b

In seconds, he destroyed four childhoods.