“So you intend to look your best for the purpose of love.” I lean against the armrest of the couch. “Is love a specific person?”

Jane sets her mug back on the mantel. “Oui.” Yes.

Maria guesses, “Is it Ian Eastwick?” The boy who drew a penis on the back of Jane’s math notebook.

My muscles start to strain. My eyes start to reflexively narrow. I arch another brow when Jane catches sight of my displeasure.

“No, it’s not Ian Eastwick,” Jane says and then she smiles at me. As though she’s constructed a riddle that I can’t solve.

In less than a second, I know. “Love is you.”

“there’s only room for one star. and everybody else doesn’t matter.”

First what I know: Aerial Ethereal has been developing a new show for the past six months. The name is a little straightforward, but they’re trying new things, and the concept is really fresh. Most of you will like it: celebration of 4 seasons. In the summer, the sets and costumes reflect the summer. The fall, it reflects the fall, etc. … Also, the new show has late-night viewings. The name they gave the show is meant to reflect this. It’s called Midnight.

― Krista and Becca Ritchie, Infini

“Do girls on periods like chocolate?” Winona asks.

“Period or no period - girls like fucking chocolate.”

• glows when they talk, dewy eyes, radiates with a blessing from the sun, calm in the air and goodness in their hearts

• bodies full of stories, a will that ebbs and flows, lazy smiles, no real devotion to anything but existence itself, wordless lullabies

• minds like caverns, hands like stone, to hold or to hurt, heavy irises, earthquake tempers, stubborn desire for constant reconstruction

• an inexplicable sense of sharpness, hot tears, decaying cores, irreversible tornadoes and infectious whispers