Sublime
An inspiration engine for ideas
Her dreadlocks are piled atop her head, so they don’t sweep the ground.
Oyinkan Braithwaite • My Sister, the Serial Killer: The Sunday Times Bestseller
Grace Macaulay, then: seventeen, small and plump, with skin that went brown by the end of May. Her hair was black and oily, and had the hot consoling scent of an animal in summer. She disliked books, and was by nature a thief if she found a thing to be beautiful, but not hers. She didn’t know she couldn’t sing. She was inclined to be cross.
Sarah Perry • Enlightenment
Her emotion is so strong that I start to cry too—I make no sound, but the tears I have no right to burn my nose, my cheeks, my lips.
Oyinkan Braithwaite • My Sister, the Serial Killer: The Sunday Times Bestseller
Then she would blame me for it because I am the older sister—I am responsible for Ayoola. That’s how it has always been. Ayoola would break a glass, and I would receive the blame for giving her the drink. Ayoola would fail a class, and I would be blamed for not coaching her. Ayoola would take an apple and leave the store without paying for it, and
... See more