Put on your very best summer hat (or winter hat if you live way down south), and join Algy on lovefromalgy on Sunday 12th July to help him to celebrate the launch of his very first book!

KINDLE BOOK PROMOTION - The Kindle ebook version of Algy’s book, normally retailing at £3.99, €6.49 or $5.99 will be a FREE DOWNLOAD ON SUNDAY, as a special promotion for Algy’s Tumblr followers and friends :)

COMPETITION - with free paperback copies of the book as prizes. Details will be announced during the party…

FLUFFY SURPRISES - as always at Algy’s Tumblr parties :)

YOUR OWN CONTRIBUTIONS - as usual, Algy invites you to send your fluffy friends or any kind of celebratory image to join the party and help him celebrate. Submissions to lovefromalgy - submit your own original images any time between now and Sunday night, July 12th. Or post on your own blog, but be sure to send Algy a link, as he doesn’t always manage to see everything.

Too hot? Algy will provide cooling refreshments and Scottish Highland breezes :)

Too cold? Algy will provide fluffy hugs :)

SUNDAY 12TH JULY - DON’T MISS IT!  And please share with your friends and followers. This is a once-in-a-fluffy-lifetime event! Algy will never launch his first book again…

The silence is gone. Like dust.
I’m waiting for you, or for the
flightless bird. The one that
brings home truth. What was it?
What dreams got us here? Words
consist of vowels shaped like
bruises we pretend we cannot
see. But when the bird flaps his
wings and calls to the night, I
remember— the empty sky
has always been ours.

—  What Is, Michelle Tudor

It’s funny isn’t it,” he had that look on his face again, “how out of all the people in this world we are supposed to find the one person that we want to love forever.” He looks over at me for a moment and then sits back against his chair, “like what if I find someone I think is the person I’m supposed to be with, but then I meet someone else a few years later and I realize that this is the person I’m meant to be with. What if I never meet them at all?”

“You’re asking an awful lot of questions I don’t know the answer to, but I think that when you meet that person you’re meant to be with then you’ll just know. Everything will feel right, you won’t have a single doubt,” I replied to him as I laid back against my chair too. We both we looking up at the sky now.

He was silent for a moment, “have you met your person yet?”

I looked over at him as he still kept his eyes locked on the sky, “I don’t know yet, maybe.”

“You’re lucky,” he says, “I haven’t found them yet.”

“I should’ve known,” I thought to myself, “he doesn’t love me.

—  Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #91

I am drinking a whole bottle
of red wine alone
there is nothing romantic about how tonight
is the first time I lit candles in the bath
to relax
and get myself off
I’d like to be the girl
writing in coffee shops
but I write from my bed
slowly sinking into the indentation
that is my body
because I don’t let strangers in
I’ve heard so many
say they love me
want to get to know me
want to fuck me
without knowing how I look in the morning
before work
or how I punch walls when I’m backed into
a corner
or how I cover my face during sex
because I can’t enjoy it
if I am picturing myself having it
I’m not sure what I’m trying to say
except I’m not your dream sad girl
I am drunk
I want to die most days
and there is nothing romantic
about that

he says I have a salty tongue
he’s tired of reminders of our past.
he’s tired
of reminders.
he asks me why I can’t just understand
that loving me is difficult
that things get too complicated.
he wants something simple.
a simple girl
who lets things be.
a girl whose voice doesn’t
remind him of the rain.
a girl whose hair doesn't 
look like troubled waters.
he says I don’t know what love is
because if I did, I wouldn’t make him feel this way.
I wondered
of my salty tongue
and my stormy voice
and my hair that captures men lost at sea.
I wondered of my love for him
and how I had swallowed thunder.
how I once tasted like milk and honey
until I was fed bitter promises.
how I had endured it all
for him.
It was then I realized,
love is not enough
and endurance is a burden.
for it takes a real man
to love a strong woman
and a real man
to accept great love.
—  for the complicated girls with curly hair
help a master’s student with her dissertation!

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I know that we’ll probably never see each other anymore.
But maybe in a distant future we’ll meet again,
in a different city,
in a different situation,
and maybe, just maybe,
we might fall in love with each other.
—  A.A // there is still hope