… & I always had bulging pockets under my eyes, drunk-landlady eyes. Maybe a grudging curve of the lips where a smile should be. Maybe.
I was not a lovable child, & I’d grown into a deeply unlovable adult. Draw a picture of my soul, & it’d be a scribble with fangs.
— Libby. Dark Places, a novel by Gillian Flynn.
It’d be nice if everyone stopped with their advices & recommendations.
To chase the love you once felt.
I mingle with my peers or no one, & since I have no peers, I mingle with no one.
— John Kennedy Toole
The fireflies of this marsh
seem like sparks
from my body’s longing.
— Izumi Shikibu (trans. by Jane Hirshfield and Mariko Aratani in The Ink Dark Moon
) (via helplesslyamazed
I’m grounded because I was too noisy…
I told him to gag me. It’s his fault.