Jan
8
This reminds me of a section of one of my stories:
My best friend died when I was twelve. I still see her sometimes when I close my eyes. She’s always smiling. I see her freckles and her white, white teeth. Danielle, flower child, I think you live in a forest now. Somewhere full of trees, dying and budding. I shut myself in the house for months after her funeral. Mother started homeschooling me at nights. I remember her lessons on Neptune and Jupiter. Jupiter, its giant red eye spinning and spinning, always.
(via pizzzatime)
