“I began sorting to choose the keepers—the ones that fit, felt comfy and practical. I slashed some apart with scissors. Strolling down mammary lane, I tried on every remaining intact bra, trying to recall an occasion when I’d worn it.” -
Sometimes when I’m writing a book and being harsh with myself I’ll be like “You can’t mention owls in this one, you mentioned owls in quite a few of the others” but then I’ll be like “Who are you to tell me what to do? I’m the one who makes the rules here. Fuck you. I’m mentioning the owls.”