One Halloween my sister stayed home to pass out candy and she told each kid they could take one piece and leave or sing and dance and take a handful. So some did things like twinkle twinkle little star and one or two did a weird little jig thing
and then this one kid went through the entire Bohemian Rhapsody, word-perfect and she just tipped the entire bowl of candy into his bag and locked the door.Good kid.
Faith in humanity restored.
npr:
The average earnings of young college graduates are still falling.
Sigh. — tanya b.
Well
This sucks
All the struggle for less acknowledgment…
I don’t know if I could ever tell you how easily I sleep after you call to tuck me in.
But I bet you already know.
I find it positively incredible how much a person can change you.
A year and a half ago I was a very different person. Different vocabulary, different habits, different friends, different sleep patterns and hobbies.
All because of one single ordinary person.
Who needs wisdom teeth anyway?
I’m getting my wisdom teeth cut out next week.
Expect at least one miserable chipmunk face.
I wish I could sleep for forty years.
Maybe after finals are over.
Yeah. I like that plan.
And I’m done with your attractively colored nonsense.
There’s this thing called Life but I found that it’s really just a big, ugly, messy knot of things good and bad. The further you get into it, the deep you dive, and the more you think you’ve figured it out, the messier and less comprehensible it gets. It’s like you think you understand where you’re headed, where you want to go, for a split second before you’ve lost it all again and nothing makes sense.
I’m knotted up with no direction. How can I follow my strand through Life’s tapestry? I need help… From the only One who knows how everything is woven together.
I think about your thighs,” she wrote in the second letter, “and the warm, moist smell of your skin in the morning, and the tiny eyelash in each corner of your eye that I always notice when you first roll over to look at me. I don’t know why you are better and more beautiful than anybody else. I don’t know why your body is something I can’t stop thinking about, why those little flaws and ridges on your back are lovely to me or why the pale soft bottoms of your New Jersey feet that always wore shoes are more poignant than any other feet, but they are. I thought I would have more time to chart your body, to map its poles, its contours and terrains, its inner regions, both temperate and torrid - a whole topography of skin and muscle and bone. I didn’t tell you, but I imagined a lifetime as your cartographer, years of exploration and discovery that would keep changing the look of my map. It would always need to be redrawn and reconfigured to keep up with you. I’m sure I’ve missed things, Bill, or forgotten them, because half the time I’ve been wandering around your body blind drunk with happiness. There are still places I haven’t seen.
Siri Hustvedt, What I Loved (via arreter)
We would be together and have our books and at night be warm in bed together with the windows open and the stars bright.
Ernest Hemingway (via losinghead)
