Gifted & Talented

by Olivie Blake

“Grief is a real rollercoaster on you,” whispered Dzhuliya, a hot gasp in Eilidh’s mouth. “Ride the high, baby,” Eilidh replied, and smacked her lightly on the ass.

Meredith had started to humanize capitalism for him and it was disgusting, it was the worst.

The unborn child of Thayer Wren and Dzhuliya Aguilar.

Youve got to be shitting me

Oh, Mouse. She’ll miss fashion week in the spring, and I’ll look up at the blossoms and know she isn’t there, and I will miss all the funny silliness of her.

But Yves is not, himself, dark, and Philippa craved darkness because she wanted to feel needed; she wanted to be necessary to someone’s happiness, but Yves would be happy with or without her, because Yves was a happy person.

Thank you, Dad, for raising me strong enough. Fuck you for making me that way.

Christ, it was one thing to bury your father, but how do you bury a god? How do you part with your faith?

How beautifully she could carry the suffering of others, wearing their misery so she didn’t have to acknowledge her own! The nights of hunger for greatness, sex just to scratch an itch, a sister who never came to see her, a mother she never got to have. Translating the human experience, which was itself full of badness, so that she never had to hold her own badness for too long. What could she call it? The thing in her chest. The thing in her chest had a rhythm, a pulse. It had raced that night when the car drove into her body; it had transformed itself into something stagnant, dormant, unmoving and unmoved.

Arthur was accustomed to things progressing sexually after such a charged confession.

“You’re capable of great things, Arthur Wren,” I said, having lost a battle with myself. “No, not great things. Fuck great things, that’s just capitalist jargon. You are capable of good things.”

what everyone was missing was the tacit clause, the operative faith—the part where Arthur was so committed to the bit that he never questioned whether the love he so freely offered was what anyone really deserved.

You spend too much time on social media. I don’t think you’ve noticed that your opponent is seventy and still calls women “females.”

I'm literally writing a paper on this right now

Literally every single hand is on that deck. Meredith: Please stop talking about our brother’s deck.

Lest you think I’ve forgiven the Wrens entirely, I don’t know. I don’t think life works that way. Certainly giving me a large sum of money is helpful. Consider that as a modellable tactic if you have people in your life with which to make amends.

He doesn’t know yet how, sometimes, when you want to make dinner for someone, everything will go wrong and you will have to serve it anyway and they’ll say it’s good to be polite and you’ll know they’re just lying to make you feel better. He doesn’t even know about bigotry yet. My sweet precious baby!