Dec 18, 2020
People always talk about how hard it is to breathe when you're touching someone you love. The breathlessness of it all.
But damn if I don't breathe easier
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People always talk about how hard it is to breathe when you're touching someone you love. The breathlessness of it all.
But damn if I don't breathe easier
Blood Quote By T.S. Eliot “The purpose of literature is to turn blood into ink.” - T.S. Eliot
Quote By D. Antoinette Foy About Art “Love is wind for the soul” - D. Antoinette Foy
Quote By D. Antoinette Foy About Art “Love is wind for the soul” - D. Antoinette Foy
Excerpt
Expired.
I lay on my bed staring at the sunlight slipping through my window shades. The wind mingled with the billowing curtains and the clock ticked obnoxiously loud in my ears. How steady and slow time plodded at the moment, yet soon night would come. Today would be yesterday, and tomorrow would be today—in an instant. We have so much, yet so little in the world.
And I felt expired. But water blinks on contact and chaotically explodes in jet black—a loud and bold statement. Slow motion catches the pigment in an instant, and the black seeps slowly deeper down leaving trails of color in answer. Ink dances. It twirls. It swirls. From dark streams diffusing into wispy clouds, ink floats ever so gracefully in water.
In its own world, it is beautiful.
—H.I. Lee, 2013
The death of innocence is the death if hope, I think, and the death if hope is the death of reason.
Thomas 'Puck' Messenger Ink: The Book of All Hours by Hal Duncan
Me, I've always found more fun in living life from day to day and night to night, in finding truth not in eternity but in the minutes and the hours. Fuck, isn't that a finer goal to strive for than to live forever in some ivory tower?
Thomas 'Puck' Messenger Ink: The Book of All Hours
There are a million Jacks, and you had to find the worst of them, Phree. A million? A gazillion, more like. That's what he is after all, what makes him Jack. Scattered all across the fucking Vellum. Cracked and broken because everyone always wants their Jack to be a hero and he's just fucking crazy enough to try to be all that they want, and so he crashes and burns every fucking time. And I fucking love him for it.
Thomas 'Puck' Messenger Ink: The Book of All Hours by Hal Duncan