she taped the note to the underside of the table. it was important that he have to find it, important that he have to search for it. it would prove he was looking for it. it would prove he was looking for her. she knew he’d never find it, because he didn’t know it existed. because he’d never bothered to look for anything before. because if he had bothered to look for anything, the note would never have existed.
Reblogged from 30decembers with 36 notes
"We pull our boots on with both hands but we can’t punch ourselves awake and all I can do is stand on the curb and say
Sorry about the blood in your mouth. I wish it was mine."
{Richard Siken, Little Beast} (via babyfaline)
Reblogged from poppykicker with 50 notes
"irina met the tall man’s gray-blue eyes with a jolt, a tiny touching of live wires that she subsequently interpreted as visual recognition, and later—much later—as recognition of another kind."
the post birthday world {lionel shriver}
