#reading is my escape
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“If there’s a book that you want to read, but it hasn’t been written yet, then you must write it.”- Toni Morrison
A South Afri(K)an Psycho
“I killed the boy because I was afraid that the man was going to be born. The quickest way to kill someone: the Michael Meyers way, the Thomas Hewitt way. I had to delete him. The box cutter. I calmly stabbed him in the larynx and sang a lullaby in his ear as I held his head on my chest. The muscles around his larynx were collapsing as my fingertips were held against the bloodied skin on his neck. There’s a lot of calamity as I describe this very moment. I am in control and as I recall the moment in such detail the words are not difficult to put on paper.
The most fascinating thing that I can recall are those muscles collapsing. I was as calm as a bumblebee. The creatures in my mind were still playing on their merry-go-round. I’m beginning to think there is a see-saw somewhere. Some fucking where…
The snake and leopard don’t mate in the hours of the full moon and in winter. But all the same, they hunt for their prey.” - A South Afri(K)an Psycho ♥️
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A South Afri(K)an Psycho
The post-apocalyptic mind decays and the dead crows sing.
“I remember slitting her tender wrist nicely…blood playing a little game of drip drop while those happy tears drank themselves to sleep. I remember watching over my little shadow self - dull looking, sad looking, bony and petite looking little migraine chanting in her own little sea of shadows. Despair, Despair, Despair. Happy despair.”
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“I spent my life folded between the pages of books.
In the absence of human relationships I formed bonds with paper characters. I lived love and loss through stories threaded in history; I experienced adolescence by association. My world is one interwoven web of words, stringing limb to limb, bone to sinew, thoughts and images all together. I am a being comprised of letters, a character created by sentences, a figment of imagination formed through fiction.” - Tahereh Mafi,
Neil Gaiman - The Ocean at the End of the Lane
