If the right someone makes me laugh and think and smile when I least expect it, if they are all too often on my mind, if I want to take care of them and be taken care of by them, if I think about the softness of their skin and the coolness of their lips, if I can’t or won’t imagine not having them in my life, I don’t care what gender they are. This is just me. I understand that this is all so very individual. We want what we want across the spectrum of sexuality. We’re wired how we are wired.

Got called a “stone-cold ice witch” today.

Even the days, sliding one into the other, languorous and limpid, the sun lingering until very late, seemed to be waiting. There was a stripped-down quality to her life, a kindling starkness, without parents and friends and home, the familiar landmarks that made her who she was.
56 plays

Harper Lee — Little Green Cars

This is the sound of driving back from an assignment in a tired old Jeep, shuddering so hard on the turns I think it’s going to crumble in my hands, 90 degrees outside, no AC, sweat under my arms, stuck in ceaseless Boston traffic, tired from the 10-hour days and hungry after another skipped lunch and weary from covering nothing but death and trauma, but still holding onto something good. 

stuff I spent money on this week, or, a case study in being 21 and 11 months

- black beans and brown rice (every meal): like $2 total
- approximately 12 books that I did not need from goodwill: $5 
- a burger: $20!!! at a terrible sportsbar!! just to hang with fellow interns!!
- multiple cups of tea so I could use stores’ wifi, bathrooms and electrical outlets: $12
- a chicken salad sandwich from 7/11 that came in a plastic box, eaten on a stranger’s stoop while covering a story about two young boys who were almost burned alive by their babysitter: $3
- 900 beers: all of my money

tetheredstrings:

From The 50 Greatest Love Letters of All Time, edited by David H, Lowenherz

tetheredstrings:

From The 50 Greatest Love Letters of All Time, edited by David H, Lowenherz

Art has to be a kind of confession. I don’t mean a true confession in the sense of that dreary magazine. The effort it seems to me, is: if you can examine and face your life, you can discover the terms with which you are connected to other lives, and they can discover them, too — the terms with which they are connected to other people. This has happened to every one of us, I’m sure. You read something which you thought only happened to you, and you discovered it happened 100 years ago to Dostoyevsky. This is a very great liberation for the suffering, struggling person, who always thinks that they are alone. This is why art is important. Art would not be important if life were not important, and life is important. Most of us, no matter what we say, are walking in the dark, whistling in the dark. Nobody knows what is going to happen to them from one moment to the next, or how one will bear it. This is irreducible. And it’s true for everybody. Now, it is true that the nature of society is to create, among its citizens, an illusion of safety; but it is also absolutely true that the safety is always necessarily an illusion. Artists are here to disturb the peace. They have to disturb the peace. Otherwise, chaos.
midnightcelebs:

Aubrey Plaza

midnightcelebs:

Aubrey Plaza

(via foleymag)


Writer, reader, journalist. 21.

Into books, burritos, aimless walks and front porches.