My Unabridged Thoughts on Dune
I wish I was a Bene Gesserit witch.
I wish I was a Bene Gesserit witch.
We wanted to taste everything the restaurant had to offer.
I kept making comments to my friends about when I was back on my feet I’d take them out to dinner. They’d say sure with a face that clearly suggested they expected no such thing from me.
Pain meant you were doing Christianity right.
I was born a few weeks early. So, I’ve been making up for it in five- and ten-minute increments ever since.
I wish that loneliness were linear—I feel lonely in new ways, and old ones too.
Let’s roll that one back, king.
And I think it may have healed a piece of myself.
No worries!
If you can still focus through the cacophony of frog calls and you look closely in the pool, you may find salamander egg masses.