This Marvelous Haunting Mystical Lighthearted World Where Rain Smells Good As It Falls Upon Earth And

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There is supposed to be a place where no one can reach you. Traditionally, the home, but now we settle for the ocean, the airplane, the summit of a mountain, the middle of a lake, the shower, the womb, the grave

girls will be like “this shade of green 😍” about every shade of green they see, and they’re right

Another thing I love in fiction is when dialogue immediately echoes the same phrasing used in the narration. It can be startling and funny.

Ex.:

As they made their way back to the car, Farad felt the prickle of eyes upon him. He looked around and spotted the culprits—perched on the roof of a van, a gaggle of dour-faced teenagers was watching them judgmentally.

“Don’t look now,” he whispered to his companion, “But a gaggle of dour-faced teenagers is watching us judgementally.”

Viewer Discretion Is Advised. 

it’s like nobody wants to dry hump and make out on the couch in the living room anymore