I like sweaters and cold weather.
“She is, above all else, tired; she wants more than anything to return to her bed and her book. The world, this world, feels suddenly stunned and stunted, far from everything.”
—
Michael Cunningham
Smoke in his lungs, tar in his heart. His words ensure damage, his hands create art.
“Stars come, a rose of stars, perfumed, circle of winds,”
— Muriel Rukeyser, from The Collected Poems; “The Cruise,” wr. c. 1968
“I’ve had so many knives stuck into me, when they hand me a flower I can’t quite make out what it is. It takes time.”
— Charles Bukowski, Screams From the Balcony (via wordsnquotes)
“A child weaned on poison considers harm a comfort.”
— Gillian Flynn, Sharp Objects (via chalamets)
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