“It was one of those humid days when the atmosphere gets confused. Sitting on the porch, you could feel it: the air wishing it was water.” – Jeffrey Eugenides, Middlesex.
"I think to myself, is this maybe what longing is? Wanting something enough to make…
"We’ve never been able to fall asleep while in motion." -Aaron M. Geer, Please Don't Make…
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