“Phoebe makes her way and leaves. Grant is frozen. A whole minute goes by. Then, he reaches forward, clutching the air that… — Karl Kristian Flores Copy Share Image
“I wish I hadn't met you in the rain: it comes every winter. I wish you hadn't told me your favorite wine: I've become a drinker. I wish I never showed you my hidden birthmark: It looks back at me at night asking where you are. I wish I hadn't read you my journal, all the pages praising you, It's… — Karl Kristian Flores Copy Share
“Goodbyes are hard because now all I will have Is a beloved, but incomplete form of you. You'll continue to shape and… — Karl Kristian Flores Copy Share Image
“Thank you for making me miss you, for the hole in my heart, for the tears on this napkin. You make me… — Karl Kristian Flores Copy Share Image
“I really don't know who has it worse: The heartbreaker who guiltily draws the line-- The heartbroken convinced they are cursed-- Or… — Karl Kristian Flores Copy Share Image
“We tend to chew life into pieces to make it easier for us to swallow, but the challenge is to know that life is… — Karl Kristian Flores Copy Share Image
“And when we go to sleep, we ought to greet the bed completely out of breath from the day. We must have tree sap on our hands from climbing. Sand in our pockets and not know how. There must be some fresh wound on our body somewhere—a cut on the ankle, a bruised eye, or a chipped tooth. Our lips… — Karl Kristian Flores Copy Share
“It seems like a long time, but what are nine years except for breakfast, lunch, dinner, and thinking about the past?” — Karl Kristian Flores Copy Share Image
“Do you have an opinion or did you just become everyone else?” — Karl Kristian Flores Copy Share Image
“But imagine,” said Mars, “being a comet. I want you to imagine a divine force in someone that pushes them through the world, infinitely, in each choice, melting barriers in its own perfect path, out your mouth, out from your hands, across countries, through rooms—” “—through terror—” “—past regulations—” “—past people—” “—every time—” “—every day...” “Their life would go so… — Karl Kristian Flores Copy Share
“Just because they write something In this font And break apart their lines To rhyme To dramatize To imitate Doesn’t make what they say true. And quotations marks Don’t make sentences “life conclusions.” A post, a page, A billboard, or a wallpaper— Let it swirl for a few and if you want to spit it out, V omit. If you… — Karl Kristian Flores Copy Share
“How are you? Did you ever go to Brazil? What do you eat in a day? Are you off the pills? Did you find love? Did you cut your hair? Do you watch the news or do you still not care? Did you ever finish that book you told me about? I read it every Valentine’s. Do you think of… — Karl Kristian Flores Copy Share
“Phoebe makes her way and leaves. Grant is frozen. A whole minute goes by. Then, he reaches forward, clutching the air that used to… — Karl Kristian Flores Copy Share Image
“Some people’s routines are so consistent, their shits are the same. Dammit, if you’ve been pooping the same smooth shits for a month, you’re doing it wrong. Try olives. Papaya. Strawberry cheesecake. Truffles. Banana bread. The Chinese takeout you never trusted. Fish tacos downtown. A day-long empty stomach after missing the exit. Grandma’s recipe you flopped in the kitchen with… — Karl Kristian Flores Copy Share
“We are our own art. If everything else fails, it’s all we have. And that’s pretty great.” — Karl Kristian Flores Copy Share Image
