“I’m a chalkboard that’s been erased over and over again until there’s nothing left but a haze of white dust. Before this I never understood how long an hour could take, how many ticks of the second hand are in… — Sarah McCarry Copy Share Image
“Whatever is happening here, it definitely bypassed go and went straight to really fucking weird without collecting two hundred dollars.” — Sarah McCarry Copy Share Image
“Kissing him is like falling into a river, some great fierce current carrying me outside of my body, and all around us the music… — Sarah McCarry Copy Share Image
“I’m a chalkboard that’s been erased over and over again until there’s nothing left but a haze of white dust. Before this I never… — Sarah McCarry Copy Share Image
“All the cells in my body rearrange, compass needles pointing to his north.” — Sarah McCarry Copy Share Image
“You think that the world we live in is ordinary. We make noise and static to fill the empty spaces where ghosts live. We… — Sarah McCarry Copy Share Image
“It's spring giving way to summer, balmy air smelling of roses, hot skin meeting the cold shock of the ocean, starry nights as warm… — Sarah McCarry Copy Share Image
