The fact is that the Death I put on in the morning is
the same Love I take off each night. The fact is
that my life slips out the back door just as I arrive.
Just now, just as I tell you this, while I am looking
for a little dignity under the open wound of the sky,
I am putting down the story of the two lovers killed
on a bridge outside Mostar. And the fact is love is
as extinct as those animals painted on cave walls
in Spain. The fact is, there is not a place on earth
that needs us. All our immortal themes are sitting
on the porch with woolen blankets over their knees.
But who wants to believe this? Instead, I am looking
for the right words as if they were hidden under
my doormat like keys. I would like to be able to report
that the 9 year old Rwandan girl did not hide under
her dead mother for hours. There are so many things
too horrible to say. And I would like to tell you
the eyes of the soldiers are sad, that despite all
this madness I can still kiss your soul, and yes,
you might say I was angry if it were not for the plain fact,
the indisputable fact, that I am filled with so much love,
so much irrational, foolish love, that I will not take
the pills or step off the bridge because of the single
fact of what you are about to say, some small act
of kindness from our wars, some simple gesture that fools me
into thinking we can still fall, in times like this, in love.
this may well be my magnum opus as far as patterns are concerned :,)
for my friend andrew’s girlfriend’s mom, featuring her corgi, lemon!!
A monument in Novosibirsk, Russia, dedicated to all the lab rats who were sacrificed for DNA research.
(Source: rickyhitler, via thebridgesandtunnels)
New Emily Carroll comic! Always exciting to see what she does.
What else is there to offer, god, but the body
and everything in it? What’s mine’s
for mining. The wooden cages do not warn one another
of danger. I’m burning means I’m burning
not beware. The horses, though, in the field wear armor. The armor:
blood. What’s that noise? Something announcing itself so
the beast won’t startle. Keep your hand on the body
as you move around it. Mother,
the soldier says, stand back.
We were dying anyway so we didn’t even talk about condoms. The ensuing sex was perfect and involved no bodily fluids. She took off my glasses and I became beautiful. —
A Young Adult Author’s Fantastic Crusade to Defend Literature’s Most Maligned Genre | Nerve
Kathleen Hale defends YA, is a beautiful genius. We have a few signed copies of her debut YA novel, No One Else Can Have You at the bookstore!