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I think there is such a thing as being too positive. You don’t get better toast by turning up the brightness, you just get burnt bread and an unfortunate breakfast.

I don’t want to say the words “today will be a good day.” Because today may take whatever shape it chooses. It may rain. It may spoil. It may present itself with tears in your favorite jeans and a lost wallet down the gutter.

For what did today ever do to deserve the word “will”? What did it do to deserve such walls and regulations. A pink slip for existing. A little government referendum: be good or else I shall declare you useless. Not a day at all, but a waste!

What did today ever do to deserve such things? Today will be today. Tomorrow will be tomorrow.

And I know you’ve locked yourself away until the sun is out and your hair has stopped sprouting split-ends. I know you don’t want to show your face until you can speak on the interconnected politics of the Russian Federation and can fit into that backless black dress that makes you look like Madonna. I know you think no one wants to see you unless you’ve waxed and shaved and say only clever things, but I miss you so.

And I will still be there, my dear, knocking on the front door. In my ripped jeans, with my lost wallet, on my hands and knees, I will arrive and say: be however you need to be. And I will keep arriving.

adrasteiax

“I dreamed I moved among the Elysian fields, In converse with sweet women long since dead; And out of blossoms which that meadow yields I wove a garland for your living head.”

— Edna St. Vincent Millay, from Sonnets (LXXXV) in “Collected Poems Of Edna St. Vincent Millay”

kralmajales

watching Hannibal is so fucking funny bc everyone sees will and is like “nice to meet you, I hear you’re fucking insane” and Will’s just like “yeah :/”