You are stupid right now. You sleep.—Andy Weir, Project Hail Mary. Highlighted
I lean into this stranger, seeking primitive comfort— heat, touch, breath—as we slip into the ancient vulnerability of sleep.—Ellen Bass, Mules of love. Highlighted
Those who can, cling to their mates, an ear pressed to those neighboring lungs like a stethoscope, hoping to catch a ride on the steady sleep breath of the other, to be carried like a seed on the body of the one who is able.—Ellen Bass, Mules of love. Highlighted