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iâve written a letter to daddy his address is heaven above
crawling into your ear, whispering little secrets
Catherine Gildiner, Good Morning, Monster: Five Heroic Journeys to Emotional Recovery
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England, March 1940.
âSometimes in late summer I wonât touch anything, not the flowers, not the blackberries brimming in the thickets; I wonât drink from the pond; I wonât name the birds or the trees; I wonât whisper my own name. One morning the fox came down the hill, glittering and confident, and didnât see meâand I thought: so this is the world. Iâm not in it. It is beautiful.â
â Mary Oliver, October (excerpt)
i can't explain it but ottessa sucks. not as a writer, i can't judge that. she sucks & lapvona is incredible. i just wanna know how her mind works (i wish i was a worm). i wish i was a worm so i could travel in her brain, & then i'd understand. her brain is full of shit, but ottessa shit is good shit!
terrible news everyone
Vladimir Nabokov, Letters to Véra