Marcella Pixley

“don't fly too close to the sun," Tess Calls. "you'll burn the tips of your wings. Stay right with me. i'll keep you safe.”

“I became addicted to the guilt. The strange thrill of doing something so morbid, so off-color, and so completely wrong.”

“And of course, there is always the F for failure. F for failing falling festering failure. F for fault. F for forgotten.”