Sheila

“Let everything happen to you
Beauty and terror
Just keep going
No feeling is final”
― Rainer Maria Rilke

“Two hours with my grandpa felt like eternity, but also like not long enough. I should have come sooner. I should have called him more this past year. I should have watched more Cubs games with him, and I should have been better at being his grandson.”
― Matthew Norman, We're All Damaged

“It was the best of times––high school––and it was the suckiest of times: high school.”
― Stephen Graham Jones, I Was a Teenage Slasher

“I CALL— His brain stem was about to snap. —UPON THEE— Just as an aneurysm threatened to burst in his brain, seconds away from blacking out… —RIIIIIIISE! There they were. Over his nose. Across his cheeks. Every last pore throughout his face yawned open and out wriggled the oily worms, curling and flickering and shimmying free. He summoned them, all pale and slippery, from his skin—Rise! Rise! RISE! At least it was fun to pretend he could. In Caleb’s world, he had the power to beckon his whiteheads. Make them rise, rise, RISE! What power. What utter control Caleb was capable of. RISE, WHITEHEADS, RISE!”
― Clay McLeod Chapman, Wake Up and Open Your Eyes