That's why writers write—to say things loudly with ink. To give feet to thoughts; to make quiet, still feelings loudly heard. — Tarryn Fisher Copy Share Image
“Tell me a truth, Senna." "I don't know how," I breath. "Then tell me a lie." "I don't love you," I say. I sink beneath the weight of it all. Isaac stirs behind me, and then he is leaning over… — Tarryn Fisher Copy Share Image
“I don’t know what it is with you and that asshole. Four years and a bad breakup later and you’re still in a fucking… — Tarryn Fisher Copy Share Image
“—Mi esposa. No me gusta esa palabra. Me hace pensar en delantales con volantes con patrón de manzanas y ciego, sumiso amor.” — Tarryn Fisher Copy Share Image
“Olivia was so beautifully broken. The hairline cracks in her personality were more pieces of art than flaws. I loved flawed art.” — Tarryn Fisher Copy Share Image
I didn't eat pork either. Except bacon, of course. Everyone eats bacon. — Tarryn Fisher Copy Share Image
“Isaac is touch, and he is sound. He is smell and he is sight. I tried to make him a single sense like I did with everyone else, but he is all of them. He overpowers my senses and that is exactly why I ran from him. I was afraid of feeling brightly—afraid I would become used to the color… — Tarryn Fisher Copy Share
“I want your babies, and your anger, and your cold blue eyes … “ I choke on my words and I am the one to look away. I bring my gaze back to her face and realize that if I can’t convince her now, I’m never going to be able to. “I want to go on anniversary dinners with you,… — Tarryn Fisher Copy Share
“Life does not accommodate you, it shatters you. Love is mean, but it’s good. It keeps us alive.” — Tarryn Fisher Copy Share Image
“This is a fast love culture, where people fall in and out of something so sacred you wonder if it has the same meaning… — Tarryn Fisher Copy Share Image
“There is no such thing as a clean slate. I know that now. You just embrace your dirty slate and build over it.” — Tarryn Fisher Copy Share Image
