it's always just surface tension, and I can't move off the floor because my fingers are stuck between gingham and paisley and my heart is stuck on elbows and curls and proximity, mouths, fear, proximity -- freewriting, complete

The last stop before we bought that loft in Samnorwood, and how knitting needles changed our lives.

."We have headed off on our own into untamed wilderness, and God only knows who we'll be on the other side." A story of friendship, love, learning, boys with motorcycles, supernatural powers, and what to expect when you're expecting the apocalypse.

Your teeth on my skin take me back to when we first met, the way I stroked your hair and gave you that small, sad smile for the hell I knew you were going to put me through. It's been five years now, and I need you more than I thought I did.

We all prayed when it was over, but I couldn't find you anymore.

It is next to impossible to seriously get to know someone when your picking his underwear up off of your bathroom floor. Trust me, I've tried it.

When we finally found him the next day, he was in jail, just where his mother said he would be. It seems a shame to let such a lovely wedding dress go to waste.

I'm still terrified to see you; I know you'll notice that I haven't yet been able to get your scent off my skin. I'm glad you're gone, though, because now I get to miss you.

I love you like water, like silver roses and Polaris, like everything I've ever hated.

I want to watch his lip quiver when my eyelashes tickle the skin at his hip. I want to press his too-thin hands to my heart and make him understand. I want him to make me ashamed.