red sky.

“Maybe you don’t go to hell for the things you do. Maybe you go to hell for the things you don’t do. The things you don’t finish.”

“I want to be fierce and joyful and a meadow when I’m dead. Spindly flowers and waist-high grass and the shadows of clouds across that brightness, shifting, like so many ships in the sky. I want to be all in one place, at last, but vast, a sea by the side of the road. I mean green, and I mean poppies and daisies, everything blooming at once. And I want to be, again, that girl who pushed into the wind. Who stood up to the sun, big-mouthed and brave. I mean, if I’m going to die, let me live. Let me wade out into the darkest part of the night and name myself. Wild-haired bitch of the mongrel stars. Moon on her shoulders. Dirt-rich, proud.”

“I’ve always been amazed that asteroids can fly in groups for millions of years and never touch each other or connect. They are dead rock so they find their perfect orbit and stick to it. We also wanna find that place of perfection but we’re not asteroids, we change and that’s the problem. The more you try to create a paradise the more you will resent the prison and all you’re left is dreams of a future that never happened.”

“I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I think I have ended up where I needed to be.”

“Whatever we didn’t say out loud- both of us knew.”