Think of it like the best mac and cheese you've ever had. No neon yellow Velveeta and bread crumbs. I'm talking gourmet cheddar, the expensive stuff from Vermont that crackles as it melts into the crust on top. Imagine if… — Alaya Dawn Johnson Copy Share Image
“In the dark, I seem to stretch. Without a body to witness, I grow and grow with my pleasure. I feel like a constellation,… — Alaya Dawn Johnson Copy Share Image
“The summer kings are gods, and we are finally, in the end, just men.” — Alaya Dawn Johnson Copy Share Image
To love light, you have to love dark. I'm not trying to be profound, I know you'll understand. I don't mean that you have… — Alaya Dawn Johnson Copy Share Image
“Hands and lips and teeth, and you'd forgotten-no, you'd never known-this way of knowing someone, this dissolution of self, this autophagy.” — Alaya Dawn Johnson Copy Share Image
“Amid all that blood of the dying sun, the verde was still alive.” — Alaya Dawn Johnson Copy Share Image
“So I take my lover, my king, and I put him in a pedestal and I cut him down. A man, like the ones… — Alaya Dawn Johnson Copy Share Image
“They think they've gone to heaven," he says. "They don't realize that means they're dead.” — Alaya Dawn Johnson Copy Share Image
Think of it like the best mac and cheese you've ever had. No neon yellow Velveeta and bread crumbs. I'm talking gourmet cheddar, the… — Alaya Dawn Johnson Copy Share Image
“Then you remember that Jack--that's his name, the mac & cheese--plays lacrosse. That's probably where he got all those yummy muscles. You need two… — Alaya Dawn Johnson Copy Share Image
The past stands in the path of the future, knowing it will be crushed. — Alaya Dawn Johnson Copy Share Image
