Tag: ottessa_moshfegh

Days passed.
I’d believe almost anything in this world.
Like everything is for sale.
I love this time, the calm before.
They met one summer day.
Wasn’t that always the truth about things?
Why had he let her control him like that?
The wind howled like a cartoon ghost in a haunted house
It would be his life’s one adventure
Can you imagine?
Will we have to evacuate?
He hadn’t slept at all
If you make eye contact, it’s like an invitation
He had nothing to say
He’d never been in a fight
And the monkeys were everywhere
The friends met for dinner