some favorite quotes from little weirds by jenny slate:
I have wondered on many occasions if any confidence I have is just a weird side effect of foolishness and I live under the weight of so much embarrassment, I’m surprised the top of my head isn’t flat.
I am so delicate, so delicate that I am the one the ghosts know not to spook.
My vulnerability is natural and permissible and beautiful to me, and it should remind you of your responsibility to behave like a friend to me and the world.
But what am I supposed to do with all of the parts of my heart that are only there to be given?
When people get a glimpse of me I’d like them to feel like it is a good omen. I want to have a face with dirt on it. I want to jump on people!
I have always known that I would die for love. I think I am dying while or because of waiting for it. I cannot bear how it feels like a surging throng of beats and yells and gasps inside of my small form.
Is he stuck walking up a staircase for all eternity, stepping with each step on the words that he sent with all his heart, crushing them under his own invisible foot, feeling his real heart break? Did he choose love and it didn’t take, and now is he stuck in the world without the love, forever?
My physical heart feels so exposed, so shallowly planted. It feels like it is in my mouth.
I am a lovely woman. Who will come into my kitchen and be hungry for me?
Somebody always needs to go first. I know this. I go first.
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