Sinful Sunday: Polaroid…
‘Every Polaroid snap seemed like an event in itself.’
– Peter Buse
Sinful Sunday: The Bottom…
‘I don’t like you, I love you. You’re a portent for me, a sign. I’ve always lived by signs.’
– Iris Murdoch, Henry and Cato
Sinful Sunday: Starry…
‘Are we human because we gaze at the stars, or do we gaze at the stars because we are human?’
– Neil Gaiman, Stardust
Sinful Sunday: Fold…
‘Nothing is set in stone. A bird can be refolded into a boat, a fish, a kimono, or any other extravagant vision. At other times it aches to return to its original folds.’
– Tor Udall, A Thousand Paper Birds
Sinful Sunday: Hand mirror…
‘Touch has a memory’
– John Keats
EuphOff Guest Post: Holiday In…
“Where do you want it, A-J? Bread sauce on your chestnuts, Santa’s YumNut in your mouth, or brandy cream on your plum pudding?”
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“It’s like one day I just decided that it was all bullshit. Who are they to tell me I’m not amazing exactly as I am?”
– Emily Nagoski, Come As You Are
EuphOff: the FLASH Christmas Edition!
‘They call me Back Door Santa
I make my runs about the break of day (oh, ho, ho)
I make all the little girls happy
While the boys are out to play’
– Clarence Carter, Back Door Santa
Sinful Sunday: Into the fire…
‘Keep a little fire burning; however small, however hidden.’
– Cormac McCarthy, The Road
Sinful Sunday: She’ll be wearing pink pyjamas…
‘She’ll be wearing pink pyjamas when she comes…’
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