3 Quotes by S. T. Gibson

Desire makes idiots of all of us. But you already knew that part, didn't you?

In this world, you are what I say you are, and I say you are a ghost, a long night's fever dream that I have finally woken up from. I say you are the smoke-wisp memory of a flame, thawing ice suffering under an early spring sun, a chalk ledger of debts being wiped clean.I say you do not have a name.

I love you," you said into my mouth. It sounded like you were drawing up a peace treaty to protect the boundary lines of contested ground.