“ It's all about vanity, isn't it? I think it says something about people if they can't do it ”
He lies down next to me.He says, 'You know - you have a face to die for/''Well, don't die,' I say, we just met.
~ Gwendoline Riley
She was learning something important: how to live within the sound of her own slow breathing, how to love the view when her eyes were shut.
If only i could get that under control then i feel like i could stay here a long time, watching the days leaking into the nights, swilling over the buildings, bleeding back again. I could lie and not think of anything but ways to describe the sky, the clouds, the light.
Writing to you like this is the same as saying your name when I've woken up late, feeling sick, tasting rot. It's pointless, but it happens.
