Maya Angelou rented hotel rooms to write (even though she owned a house) and drank a cup of sherry (even at 6:15 in the morning).
This earth, and the mystical rules that govern it, do not care about how much you love someone, how much they love you, how long you’ve been together, and how much more time you’re meant to have. In one instant, everything that has ever mattered to you can disappear. In one instant, you can disappear.
We’re old souls. While the rest of you came into the world shiny and new, we were practically born vintage.
Like every kid, I was forced to read Fahrenheit 451 in high school.
For me, this year was filled with what one might called “cautionary biographies”—bios of people you don’t want to end up like.
Three weeks after we broke up, you texted me. I wasn’t expecting to hear from you ever again and I was slowly beginning to accept it.
Multi scire volunt sed vere discere nolunt (many want to know but in fact they refuse to learn).
“Oleander time,” she said. “Lovers who kill each other now will blame it on the wind.”
“You need to be buried deep in the dirt before you can find your bloom.” – Roz Inga
There’s this new, weird, disturbing trend out there called “Knockout”, where someone randomly punches a stranger in the streets, hoping to get a knockout in just one punch.