To Eat You With Quotes

“My name…you said it again. How do you know my name?” “Your name?” The corner of his lips curved slightly with a breathy laugh. “Your name has been embedded…like a thorn in my flesh, festering, poisoning my veins like an infection for a very long time. Over a decade. It slid quietly under my skin, a splinter that I’ve never been able to remove.”
― Kayla Burt, To Eat You With

“I felt foolish each time I thought of the ghosts that chipped away at my sanity every night when I battled for sleep. I wasn’t living in a haunted house. Maybe I was the haunted house all along, full of dust, mangled memories, and disembodied voices. A heart full of ghosts rattling against my ribcage; a disheveled carcass discarded to deteriorate in a sinkhole of secrecies long abandoned.”
― Kayla Burt, To Eat You With

“Sleep and I were star-crossed lovers, urgently seeking one another each night but ultimately severed no matter how tight in my grip.”
― Kayla Burt, To Eat You With

“Don’t get me wrong—We all love to pull a tragic backstory from our sleeve when we need a relatable excuse for our shitty behavior. I, myself, fail to have my demons exorcised from time to time. I would rather keep them secured down in the basement, like the Babadook. Whenever I’m feeling particularly sorry for myself, I see to it that they get fed, watered, and taken out for a walk. After some Vitamin D and a good cry, I carefully return them all to the designated skeleton closet.”
― Kayla Burt, To Eat You With

“I didn’t have the luxury of being restless or unsatisfied with my life, but I was tired. The kind of exhaustion that causes your bones to feel heavier and every thought is delayed. In agreement with my fatigued body, my spirit was weak.”
― Kayla Burt, To Eat You With

“If you could be anywhere else in the world right now, where would you be? We’re not going for simple predictability here. I don’t mean sipping mimosas on a sandy shore. I’m talking about the furthest reaches of memory, where we tuck away the moments we would willingly relive again without changing a single detail. When and where do you covet that feeling of organic contentment; when your bliss came for free; where you could easily forget how unfair life is outside of your tiny, ignorant bubble of comfort?”
― Kayla Burt, To Eat You With