Tag: mary_gaitskill

I’d feel the other place running against the membrane of the world, almost touching it

Because it does make sense – only I don’t know how

She had looked right at me, but she had not seen me at all

I was stunned, so stunned that I couldn’t move

I believe I had a normal childhood

Big and heavy movements, but delicate, too, in all the subtle, reactive leaves

I loved the mysterious darkness of the trees

When I was a kid, I liked walking through neighborhoods alone

He hates reading, but he is bright