Joy Sullivan, from “Soup”, Instructions for Traveling West
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Joy Sullivan, from “Soup”, Instructions for Traveling West
you should really get comfortable believing in love and magic and whimsy or you’ll continue to live a half-life for the rest of the time you have on earth
you should really get comfortable believing in love and magic and whimsy or you’ll continue to live a half-life for the rest of the time you have on earth
Charlotte Brontë, from “Jane Eyre”
Eurydice, Sarah Ruhl
it really is insane how waking up early will grant you access to some of the most beautiful sights and sensations in the world that will make you want to live forever, but only if you overcome the gauntlet of a thousand razors that is getting out of bed early. truly one of life's little saw traps.
people are saying everything is a love language nowadays. and they right. love is in everything u fucking geniuses
They should make a "are you mad at me" that is taken neutrally and informationally every time and doesn't make everything worse when you ask it
— Tennessee Williams, Notebooks
i was made to be the sweetest girl ever. it’s on you if i turn evil
Andrea Gibson, You Better Be Lightning
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Ocean Vuong, The Weight of Our Living: On Hope, Fire Escapes, and Visible Desperation
Julia de Burgos, from Song of the Simple Truth: Poems; "That You Love Me In Green,"
i don't know man, i just wish that we could [suddenly realising i'm coming dangerously close to expressing a real and earnest thought instead of filtering everything through several layers of intangible running bits] blow up the entire world. or something.
hurting a sweet girl like me should be illegal