piglitzart:

“He hadn’t been able to look at Willem in the cab, and without anything to distract him–no forms to fill out, no doctors to talk to–he had felt himself grow cold despite the hot, muggy night and his hands begin to shake, and Willem had reached over and taken his right hand and held it in his left for the rest of the long, silent ride downtown.”

– Hanya Yanagihara, A Little Life

piglitzart:

“You jumped off the roof?” I repeated. “Why on earth would you have done such a thing?”

“It’s a good story,” he said. He even grinned at me. “I’ll tell you.”

“Please,” I said.

And then he did.

– Hanya Yanagihara, A Little Life