Hovering between life and death and malnourishment, wondering if physics and chemistry could allow some wiggle room if you decided in the middle that you didn't want to fall anymore.
This bathroom could not have been a real bathroom. And considering Libby spent the last (and only) twenty five years of her life drowning in a sea of water and vomit on bathroom floors across the world, one would assume she’d be somewhat of an authority as to what a real bathroom was.
In honor of Asexuality Awareness Week, here's a Q&A I made up, but to be honest, I've answered these questions (for real, not in my head, to actual humans) way more times than I thought I ever would need to.
By 'normal', they meant, don't you dare talk about it.
He leans back, looking at me while idly stirring his tea, the way men in the American Mafia do when they realize they’re made men. Except made men drink cocktails. Irvine Welsh drinks tea.
I wanted to write us the greatest love story of all time. But I am not great.
Carbs. Carbs are good. Carbs will give you energy. Dairy is nutrition for baby cows. And you are not a baby cow.
Who wants to be wanted for a body that fluctuates, a body that can rip itself apart if you only start to talk about how you much don't love me?
Cover the keypad. First paycheck. Watch the mirror.
Every so often the lights flicker out.