secretelektra

"He is so lonely that he sometimes feels it physically, a sodden clump of dirty laundry pressing against his chest. He cannot unlearn the feeling." 
          	— Hanya Yanagihara, A Little Life

secretelektra

hello. it’s 3 in the morning and i just updated FIRE-BALL for the first time in ages. it would mean the absolute world to me if you could give chapter 1 a go. with love, tina<3
          https://my.w.tt/a9yp04Sq28

mocknroll

I must say!!!!! your writing is to die for, absolutely love it ✨ I can’t wait to read where you take these characters, it’s already such poignant and tangible prose 
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delamiafede

“Love, the world
          Suddenly turns, turns color. The streetlight
          Splits through the rat’s tail
          Pods of the laburnum at nine in the morning.
          It is the Arctic,
          
          This little black
          Circle, with its tawn silk grasses – babies hair.
          There is a green in the air,
          Soft, delectable.
          It cushions me lovingly.” — Letter in November, Sylvia Plath
          
          (i know it is december, but just take it)