“I never thought of her as a thing to be considered by daylight. The many times I had seen her, none had been in the day. I expected her like I expected the moon.”
— John Fante, Ask the Dust

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“I never thought of her as a thing to be considered by daylight. The many times I had seen her, none had been in the day. I expected her like I expected the moon.”
— John Fante, Ask the Dust
“Anybody can look at you. It’s quite rare to find someone who sees the same world you see.”
— John Green, Turtles All the Way Down
There isn't much there at the moment, I've felt lost for months. I grip on, hold tight but then I slip again. I dream of faces but they're not familiar. I dream of scents on shirts but they're not yours. I feel safe and then I feel pushed back again, why do you do this to me? There is no escape. You have the bottom of a whiskey bottle, I have my paper and pen but it consumes me. I am stuck, I'm tired and I'm tied to you. You wonder why the thought of marriage makes me nauseas, well this is why! You say "you used to be a free soul, so wild and happy! What happened to you? " well can't you see... I was, I have been and now I'm locked from head to toe with nowhere to go. That time has passed, my eyes are heavy, my heart is weak, my arms have grown tired and my mouth can't speak. I'm locked in this cage, and it's crushing me.
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