pomfret
how does claire keegan write so devastatingly?
her every word is a gut punch. I remember lying on the floor staring at the ceiling for so long after I read small things like this and now I'm feeling the same way, like something walked right through me and kidnapped my entire soul after I just finished 'so late in the day' . she writes like she reads my thoughts and memories and they are so irrevocably sad by their honesty and lack of pretense. it's like holding my shadow at gunpoint and asking why it follows me. she asks questions that have answers but cannot be answered. I'm so overwhelmed by her power over both words and silence.
how does claire keegan write so devastatingly?
her every word is a gut punch. I remember lying on the floor staring at the ceiling for so long after I read small things like this and now I'm feeling the same way, like something walked right through me and kidnapped my entire soul after I just finished 'so late in the day' . she writes like she reads my thoughts and memories and they are so irrevocably sad by their honesty and lack of pretense. it's like holding my shadow at gunpoint and asking why it follows me. she asks questions that have answers but cannot be answered. I'm so overwhelmed by her power over both words and silence.