Anna Patrick's Blog, page 204
January 6, 2016
January 5, 2016
Alfalfa would like to remind you that tomorrow is the last day...
So if you were thinking of getting it, might as well take advantage of the low price - Al gave it four paws up.
Here’s an excerpt as an appetizer:
Elizabeth stumbled into the bathroom and groped the wall for the light switch with the needy but precise fingers of someone functioning from the blurred state between being awake and being asleep, where the subconscious mind still pulls the strings.
The light streaming in from the window behind her caught the medicine cabinet mirror, beckoning her. She flicked the light on, and rubbed her temples as she approached the sink. She couldn’t reach for her toothbrush. Instead her hands gripped the sides of the sink, her white knuckles complemented the porcelain as she held in a scream. It wasn’t the toothbrush she was after this morning.
“Almost there…” Elizabeth murmured as her eyes grew closer and closer to catching her own gaze in the mirror. Invisible needles pricked her spine as her eye contact grew more imminent, making her damp grip slide on the porcelain. Slowly, slowly, her eyes inched upward to meet themselves in her reflection.
Happy tumble down the rabbit hole,
Anna
"I may speak like a woman, but my throat
is a lovely murder, a dark tent."
is a lovely murder, a dark tent.”
- Kristy Bowen, “Girl Show” (via woman1924)
"I fly, I crawl, I weep, I laugh, I swim, I grow, I fall, I need, I want, I follow, I break, I sink,..."
- Anaïs Nin, from The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 5: 1947-1955
(via woman1924)
January 4, 2016
"7. Sappho
She leaves me fragments and they are more real
than a library of novels. Wisps of..."
She leaves me fragments and they are more real
than a library of novels. Wisps of words
from centuries ago, caught in the translation.
I often feel like I am living in fragments, skipping
over words leaving the rest of the sentence
blank in order to move on to the next page.
Maybe there is hope in fragments, that what is lost
can always be filled in by someone who knows.”
- David Levithan, The Realm of Possibility, chapter 3, Fragments. (via greciangay)
January 3, 2016
"I swear to you gentlemen, that to be overly conscious is a sickness, a real, thorough sickness."
- Fyodor Dostoevsky, Notes From Underground
