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this picrew meme bc @amcthystt tagged me ♡
《 about me 》
girl named Dia
a void created in the year 1998
pali // leo // infp
barista // cat lover // occasionally creative
deep heart & a cruel mind
Endings are elusive, middles are nowhere to be found, but worst of all is to begin, to begin, to begin.
Donald Barthelme, “The Dolt”
rwby-rose YOU DOLT YOU JUST LEFT ME THERE UGH
At that moment the son manqué entered the room. The son manqué was eight feet tall and wore a serape woven out of two hundred transistor radios, all turned on and tuned to different stations. Just by looking at him you could hear Portland and Nogales, Mexico. "No grass in the house?" Barbara got the grass which was kept in one of those little yellow and red metal canisters made for sending film back to Eastman Kodak. Edgar tried to think of a way to badmouth this immense son leaning over him like a large blaring building. But he couldn't think of anything. Thinking of anything was beyond him. I sympathize. I myself have these problems. Endings are elusive, middles are nowhere to be found, but worst of all is to begin, to begin, to begin.
Donald Barthelme, excerpt from "The Dolt," Sixty Stories (New York: Penguin, 1983). Via jessamyn.com.
recently reconnected with an ex
he's cracking me up.