My name is Tess, and you should talk to me whenever you want. I write, and post others' writing, and post about writing. Also mermaids, also ridiculous(ly funny) illustrations, also whimsy. For my stories, go to the link below; for Doccubus, go to my link below for faetaccompli; for pretty, go below to mosaictiles. GLBTQ safe.
Between your body and the sheets and the last piece of night. Your dad is home but passed out, exhausted from Rounds. And your room is so far from where he’s sleeping. In the dark, in the cool of the house, I feel the damp heat of your skin and how the sweat is cooling down too fast on mine. Warm, thin cloth is sticking to our bodies and I feel your breasts rubbing against mine through the fabric. I am trying to be quiet. This is stupid and the word is just a fact, no sting. You started this and I’m just trying to keep our clothes on.
I am sending you “Starry Night” because it reminds me of your writing. I once saw this painting in person, and though I’m not really the kind of person who appreciates art much beyond, “Ooh, that’s pretty!” I could not stop looking at this painting. It has so much movement and depth that no matter how long I looked, I continued to find new and beautiful things with each shift in my gaze. Your writing is a lot like this- no matter how many times I read something, each time it’s a new and beautiful experience.
