“Sewing is one of the secrets between us. Only Big Guy knows how considerably I had to cheat to earn the Girl Scout merit badge in sewing. It’s a fact that my seamstress badge is glued to the green cotton sash.”—“The Most Girl Part of You” Amy Hempel (via harmlessbalderdash)
“It is vain to say human beings ought to be satisfied with tranquillity: they must have action; and they will make it if they cannot find it. Millions are condemned to a stiller doom than mine, and millions are in silent revolt against their lot. Nobody knows how many rebellions ferment in the masses of life which people earth.”—Jane Eyre by Charlotte Brontë
“It was the time between the lights when colours undergo their intensification and purples and golds burn in window-panes like the beat of an excitable heart; when for some reason…the beauty of the world which is so soon to perish, has two edges, one of laughter, one of anguish, cutting the heart asunder.”—A Room of One’s Own by Virginia Woolf
just realised that I am the most ridiculous person ever
not only do I have tickets for two things on the same night in May, but that night is also the one before my first exam, which would involve travelling over 100 miles before 10am to sit a three hour paper. I don’t know whether to be really upset or find this hilarious for being so utterly stupid.
“It was one of those days when it’s a minute away from snowing and there’s this electricity in the air, you can almost hear it. And this bag was, like, dancing with me. Like a little kid begging me to play with it. For fifteen minutes. And that’s the day I knew there was this entire life behind things, and… this incredibly benevolent force, that wanted me to know there was no reason to be afraid, ever. Video’s a poor excuse, I know. But it helps me remember… and I need to remember… Sometimes there’s so much beauty in the world I feel like I can’t take it, like my heart’s going to cave in.”—Ricky Fitts (American Beauty)
“And did you get what
you wanted from this life, even so?
And what did you want?
To call myself beloved, to feel myself
beloved on the earth.”—Late Fragment by Raymond Carver (inscribed on his tombstone)