"And then there is my Little House on the Prairie Dress. It is my favorite thing, my favorite dress, then and now. My aunt made me an apron to go with it, and even a bonnet. I wear it every day. I wear it so frequently that my teacher tells my mother I fit in very well with all the children, that I am well-adjusted, especially for a child of my religion."
— In My Clothes by Claudia Smith (via therumpus)
"Every moment is a poem if you hold it right."
— Lauren Zuniga (via feellng)
"Some days in late August at home are like this, the air thin and eager like this, with something in it sad and nostalgic and familiar…"
— William Faulkner, The Sound and the Fury (via loveage-moondream)
What would it be like
to live in a library
of melted books.
With sentences streaming over the floor
and all the punctuation
settled to the bottom as a residue.
It would be confusing.
A great adventure.
— Anne Carson (via avvfvl)
(Source: larmoyante, via brouhahamagazine)
"How strange it is. We have these deep terrible lingering fears about ourselves and the people we love. Yet we walk around, talk to people, eat and drink. We manage to function. The feelings are deep and real. Shouldn’t they paralyze us? How is it we can survive them, at least for a little while? We drive a car, we teach a class. How is it no one sees how deeply afraid we were, last night, this morning? Is it something we all hide from each other, by mutual consent? Or do we share the same secret without knowing it? Wear the same disguise?"
— Don DeLillo, White Noise (via wiltedbones)
(Source: 13neighbors, via brouhahamagazine)
"It always shocked me when I realized that I wasn’t the only person in the world who thought and felt such strange and awful things."
— John Green, Looking for Alaska (via bookmania)
"Writers are always interchanging in some way, just as the air we breathe doesn’t belong to one place."
— Pablo Neruda (via theparisreview)
"There is a desperate tendency to try to legislate artists, to try to lay down rules for their obligations to society. Just leave artists alone. If you are a true artist, you will have a very finely tuned moral mechanism."
— Athol Fugard (via theparisreview)