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Anxiety: look out me: for what Anxiety: look out
I may think of you softly from time to time. But Iâll cut off my hand before I ever reach for you again.
Arthur Miller, The Crucible (via itcuddles)
And then one student said that happiness is what happens when you go to bed on the hottest night of the summer, a night so hot you canât even wear a tee-shirt and you sleep on top of the sheets instead of under them, although try to sleep is probably more accurate. And then at some point late, late, late at night, say just a bit before dawn, the heat finally breaks and the night turns into cool and when you briefly wake up, you notice that youâre almost chilly, and in your groggy, half-consciousness, you reach over and pull the sheet around you and just that flimsy sheet makes it warm enough and you drift back off into a deep sleep. And itâs that reaching, that gesture, that reflex we have to pull whatâs warmâwhether itâs something or someoneâtoward us, that feeling we get when we do that, that feeling of being safe in the world and ready for sleep, thatâs happiness.
Paul Schmidtberger, from Design Flaws of the Human Condition (Broadway Books, 2007)
when u have to be nice to creepy guys so u donât get murdered :-) #justgirlythings

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abt me: glowing, eating peaches drinking wine in lingerie, not texting ur desperate ass back
from the bottom of my heart:
youâre such an idiot
Longing, we say, because desire is full of endless distances. I must have been the same to her. But I remember so much, the way her hands dismantled bread, the thing her father said that hurt her, what she dreamed. There are moments when the body is as numinous as words, days that are the good flesh continuing. Such tenderness, those afternoons and evenings, saying blackberry, blackberry, blackberry.
Robert Hass, from âMeditation at Lagunitasâ (via jessicapoetry)

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Same place, different day.
Awesome color study
fantasy adventure genre vs survival horror genre
georgia gothic
you stop by the side of the road to buy fruit at a stand, watermelon and peaches. âwatermelonâs in season,â the old woman says, smiles with far too many teeth. watermelon is always in season. you take a bite of a peach, and the juice stains your mouth red.
the kudzu climbs over the trees, the old cars in your neighborâs front yard, towards your driveway. it crawls over the statues in your garden and up your brick walls. it crawls over your windows until you can no longer see outside, but youâre not even sure you want to.
you visit saint simons. the sand is almost as white as the residentsâ faces when you ask about fishing. âdonât go onto the beach at night,â a lifeguard whispers to you, glancing around to make sure nothing is near. you notice there are no crabs, no birds, only the noise of the waves against the shore.
your grandmother keeps putting food out for the neighborhoodâs stray cats. you donât want to tell her the cats havenât shown up in a long time. the things eating the food are not cats.
itâs football season. you must choose a side. your street is lined with red and black flags, bulldog statues. you start to notice dark shapes roaming the sidewalks when they think you canât see them. your mother takes down the black and yellow banner, but itâs too late. there are dogs on the street. too many dogs. you chose wrong.
turn left onto peachtree avenue in half a mile, your gps says. you have passed four peachtrees in the past seven minutes. they all look the same. you are on peachtree. turn left onto peachtree avenue in half a mile.
there is a church just over the hill from your house. they are spaced exactly in one and a half mile increments. you have never dared to ask why.
âbless your heart,â an old woman says to your friend as you leave the restaurant. your friend pales, and you immediately move away from her and say goodbye. you know you will not see her again.
in a diner, a tourist asks for unsweet tea. the waitress screams and backs away. the others join in. you turn away, not wanting to see what happens next. not again.
it is thanksgiving, and the men over 25 in your family are going out to the woods to hunt. they cover themselves in camouflage and take their largest guns, and will not answer when you ask what they are hunting.
itâs spring. the pollen starts to appear. it covers the buildings, the cars, the roads. it has been three days since you could last leave your house. outside, the screaming starts. you do not know if the pollen traps you inside or protects you from the thing out there. you do not want to find out.
youâre on the porch alone, a glass of iced tea next to you. the air is still and heavy, and the mosquitos and gnats buzz. at least, thatâs what you tell yourself is making that noise. the wind whispers through the trees. you are not alone. you are never alone.
I am trying to both be happy and pay attention to the world around me. I do not know if it is possible to do both at the same time.
Blythe Baird (via wordsnquotes)
1949 Night at the Circus- Nina Leen

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