WHEN SADNESS COMES
it is as familiar as a sister. She fills the bathtub, unravels my clothing into a heap on the floor. She sits on the toilet, painting her toenails, singing my favorite songs, while I soak. She has the most beautiful voice. The phone rings and rings and I let it just lay there screaming for help. Or it doesn’t and I watch it sit silent as the dead on my dresser. She doesn’t want to go out tonight. I beg her, tell her she can wear anything in my closet. She tells me no baby girl, no, not tonight, maybe tomorrow. There is a refrigerator full of food. I want none of it.
- Sierra DeMulder
We were the people who were not in the papers. We lived in the blank white spaces at the edges of print. It gave us more freedom.
We lived in the gaps between stories."
The Handmaid’s Tale, Margaret Atwood (via stannisbaratheon)
"The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves."
William Shakespeare, Julius Caesar (via larmoyante)
"There comes a time when you look into the mirror and you realize that what you see is all that you will ever be. And then you accept it. Or you kill yourself. Or you stop looking in mirrors."
Tennessee Williams (via weight13ss)
»no thanks« by e.e. cummings (+)
shape poem in the form of a funeral urn dedicated to 14 publishers who rejected his book.
"Everyone thinks writers must know more about the inside of the human head, but that is wrong. They know less, that’s why they write. Trying to find out what everyone else takes for granted."
Margaret Atwood (via cannonbonecracks)