@storyseekers event 21: minimalist
“It's awkward, isn't it?” he said.
“What's that?” I replied, my voice far too breathy.
“These moments when we're not hating each other.”
[Dance Of Thieves by Mary E. Pearson]
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@storyseekers event 21: minimalist
“It's awkward, isn't it?” he said.
“What's that?” I replied, my voice far too breathy.
“These moments when we're not hating each other.”
[Dance Of Thieves by Mary E. Pearson]
“Tell me that you hate me.”
“I hate you,” I say, the words coming out like a caress. I say it again, over and over. A litany. An enchantment. A ward against what I really feel. “I hate you. I hate you. I hate you.”
He kisses me harder.
READ IN 2019 ↬ A Very Large Expanse of Sea by Tahereh Mafi
I stopped thinking of people as mobs. Hordes. Faceless masses. I tried, really hard, to stop assuming I had people figured out, especially before I’d ever even spoken to them. I wasn’t great at this—and I’d probably have to work at it for the rest of my life—but I tried. I really did. It scared me to realize that I’d done to others exactly what I hadn’t wanted them to do to me: I made sweeping statements about who I thought they were and how they lived their lives; and I made broad generalizations about what I thought they were thinking, all the time.
READ IN 2017 → With Malice by Eileen Cook.
“Who we are is what comes out when shit goes bad. You can't tell anything about a person when things are great. If you want to really know someone, be there when everything goes to hell.”
moodboard: Stalking Jack The Ripper
“Roses have both petals and thorns, my dark flower. You needn’t believe something weak because it appears delicate. Show the world your bravery.”
Kevin's mother Kayleigh Day and Riko's uncle Tetsuji Moriyama created the sport roughly thirty years ago while Kayleigh was studying abroad in Fukui, Japan. What started as an experiment spread from their campus to local street teams, then across the ocean to the rest of the world. Kayleigh brought it home with her to Ireland after completing her degree and the United States picked it up soon after.