" How lost do you have to be to let the devil lead you home?

Pity's a fog to become lost within.


I'm any face in a crowd; just the Lord's way of filling in the gaps.


Thankfully, the leaves and twigs are so demoralized by the earlier rain they don't have the heart to cry out beneath my feet. "

― Stuart Turton , The 7½ Deaths of Evelyn Hardcastle