“His words opened a dark radiance, phosphorescence in a cave. What was illuminated was not the world, but an inner darkness. Not the flower, but the tinctures made from the flower.”— Anne Michaels, from The Winter Vault
To Nick! What can’t you do?
NEW GIRL | 4.08 “Teachers”
I’m writing this in the present, and you’re reading it in the present. Except there is a gulf of time between between us.
I might even be dead.
Yet, here I am.
Between the page and your eye.
Countless paradoxes like this redeem language.
But the voice cleaved in two during childhood is not a paradox of language. It’s a division of self, which is the multiplication of possibility. Don’t worry. Again, I’m not saying it’s bad. It might even ripen in us the appetite for love, the impulse to dab color onto stretched cotton, to make sounds that are beyond anything rational, but that sharpen rationality and make us see for the first time what we’ve been looking at our whole lives.
— Simon Van Booy, from The Presence of Absence (Godine, 2022)
love to keep me warm ❄️💙
my first microfic written for @tentoorosemicrofics!
words: 1073, rated: G, prompts used: icy
tags: microfic, winter, cold weather, sharing a bed, sharing body head, emotional hurt/comfort, mild hurt/comfort, fluff, domestic fluff, tooth-rotting fluff, title from a song
titled after the song by Laufey & dodie
READ ON AO3The Doctor was very frustrated with the inferior homeostasis that a new human body brought, relative to his previously superior physiology.
In other words, he was cold.
Very cold.
Alison’s 10k Celebration ☆ request for @sarahsmiller
Brooklyn Nine-Nine → Bachelor/ette Party (5x19)
