There’s a feeling of connection, he thought, when two people are thinking about each other at the exact same time.

Something To Remember Me By

Entry 61

Naruto was sure he’d eaten everything, seen everything, as the sun went down, but the carnival at night was twice what it’d been in the day. The lights had been comparable to the string variety during the day, but at night they were stars, a constellation surrounding every stall. He loved all of it, ate it with happy hunger.

Something To Remember Me By

Entry 60

He was front of the pack, sun-soaked and crowing. The closer to the ocean they got, the more apparent the salt was in the air. Naruto wanted it to preserve him as this: a young boy with burning money and his friends behind him, with an endless afternoon. A boy with potential.

Something To Remember Me By

Entry 59

He would be the perfect muse—and the most terrible.

Alter

Entry 58

The lovely moments in life were not few, but they were fleeting.

Paragon

Entry 57

It wasn’t that Will desired control, but that he desired someone strong enough to take control. Someone who would not buckle under the weight of his responsibilities. Someone who would not run, even when Will himself gave chase.

Paragon

Entry 56

The way he fits so snug in his arms… Peter is not skinny, but his muscles have an acrobatic build, sinewy and long, flexible. So it’s easy to curl him, mold him into something smaller.

Hit Me With Your Killshot Baby

Entry 55

Seeking something missing, missing something left behind.

The French Dispatch

Entry 54

All three dwarfed me, but that didn’t give them permission to make me feel small.

Lilac

Entry 53

He smiled at her. “I’m not far away, kid, but even if I was I’d move mountains.”

His Sweetest Song

Entry 52

“She doesn’t get along with a lot of people…” She probably wouldn’t, would she? A quiet little thing that most people wouldn’t or didn’t bother to understand. My aunt must have taken that time in the passing moments underneath this roof. She must have been there and let the earth move around them.

His Sweetest Song

Entry 51

Love. What an awful, beautiful, terrifying word.

Her Soul to Take

Entry 50

It would never be easy. It would always be painful. None of that mattered. Possible was all I would ever ask for.

Midnight Sun

Entry 49

Perhaps romance always seemed a slightly foolish thing to everyone until one actually fell into it.

Midnight Sun

Entry 48

Overwhelming as it was, it was also painfully pleasant to be surrounded in such a sharp way by the evidence of her existence.

Midnight Sun

Entry 47

In French, there’s a phrase for the random urge to jump from high places, the irrational desire to swerve into traffic despite imminent destruction: l'appel du vide, the call of the void. Those sudden feral impulses tend to be shoved away immediately, but humans still experience them. What if you jumped? What if you touched the fire? What if? What if? When I looked at him, staring at me, the void called. What if?

Her Soul to Take

Entry 46

Jerrod is cute in a ‘he’s trying too hard’ way. I’m not throwing shade. I’m trying too hard as well, and it’s exhausting.

Mountain Menace

Entry 45