The Marathon was born out of a legend about a fifth-century Greek messenger named Philippides who ran 26.2 miles without stopping to deliver a message that the Greeks had defeated the Persians in battle.
She started to ride by his Marigny shotgun until he came out and became her boyfriend. Her boyfriend, a chef who meets with narcotics anonymously, orchestrates impromptu dinners in the backyard of a liquor store.
And then Greta. I found her crawling toward the lake, on fire.
“To be inside of someone's mind has to be the sexiest thing in the world.”
I was still pouting over hometown boy, and neck-deep in an article about foiled wallpaper when I got a Facebook message from Preston. Could we get together?
He puts down his High Life. His pale hand drifts across the table toward mine
Bliss can flip into alienation and back into elation, adding to the teasing uncertainty of identity.
I can’t remember the last time I tried to play tennis or any sport but I can tell you all the winners from this week’s tournament
When you peed in the cup, Herman was behind you, watching.
‘Did you talk about capes,’ he said.
‘Yes,’ Mary said.
But I don’t even know what a collective is. And I can’t remember if he had tattoos.
In the train carriage, we’re hot in our furs, brooding and half-drunk.
One weird Halloween everybody dressed up as Elliott Smith.
I was taking a new drug that was making it so I could talk to my car.
like HFCA is kind of artless manipulation
it’s not subtle
We loved her but expected her to go on and on, weeping with her flowers and crown, reciting poems.
People keep saying that they can’t say anything but everyone is saying everything all the time.
Finally, Mr. Mackey, the chair of the school’s English Department, delivered a rambling panegyric about the school’s depth of talented writers. I left my seat in the bleachers to fetch a Dr. Pepper from the vending machine.
Like many who quit drinking, my mother became a proselytizer for sobriety.
I was six years old.
He was a German Shepherd named Andy.
A life spent on your tiptoes, trying to fish the moon from the sky is, in fact, very good.
The other half was the memories of the end. The time Teddy had threatened to burn the only copy of my novel.
crushes and snorts several thousand milligrams of sildenafil on a nsfw livestream and masturbates until his heart explodes
