His hands were weak and shaking from carrying far too many books from the bookshop. It was the best feeling.
Sometimes I get ‘readers-block’, like I can’t read anything to save my life, I’ll start 10 books and stop each after seven pages because all I’ll want is to already have read that book and not actually read it and I won’t be able to focus at all and it pains me so much.
OHMYGOD YOU PUT THAT THING I FEEL INTO WORDS
More girls have been killed in the last FIFTY years, precisely because they were girls, than men were killed in ALL the battles of the 20th century.
More girls are killed in this routine gendercide in any ONE decade, than people were slaughtered in ALL the genocides of the 20th century.
summer is real cute until every fuckin type of insect comes out of the 8th circle of hell
Peace and Quiet
I want you to stay.
Like the old coins and bread crumbs,
I want to find you tucked between my couch cushions
when the rain has me so lonely,
I go looking for you in the only place I know you’ll be.
You are hand knit and fresh brewed.
All wool socks and tattoos.
You are small town pretty,
a lighthouse in an old Texas dust bowl.
You are long road rest stop,
dark sky and bright stars.
You are peace and true quiet,
the place I leave my permanence when I feel held down by this life of hiding.
You are the body I call home,
so when I drive too far to turn back I don’t feel gone, just drifted.
You have built entire lives on the idea of running,
entire families on the absence of home.
Can the open road really hold you like those couch cushions could?
Of course it would if you’d let it.,
of course I would if you’d let me.
Quit hiding so hard.
Just let it happen like it always will.
I want you to stay,
because I don’t wanna have to go.
Follow this man. He is brilliant.