Kingfisher

Good. This is eerie.”

Words are meaningless until you read them.

“I’m writing a memoir about being raised by religious party clowns.”

From your lips to God’s ears,

Do objects that are loved know that they are loved?

My internet armor had been built up in the fanfic battlegrounds

and I didn’t say anything and we both did not say anything so loudly that the room rang with our silence.