isms

— Sylvia Plath, from “Johnny Panic & The Bible Of Dreams.”

— Elena Ferrante, from “The Story of a New Name.”

[text ID: The floor seemed wonderfully solid. It was comforting to know I had fallen and could fall no farther.]

Fortesa Latifi, from The Truth About Grief.

Say how many songs are in your muse's playlist and let people send you a number from one to whatever the total number is, then explain why that song is in their playlist!

this did something to my brain

Jeanette Winterson, Written on the Body

Tahereh Mafi, Shatter Me

2. rude gestures at authority figures

You ever see your hands? Feel them. Pay attention to the skin, the bone, the flex of muscle. The twitches of fiber, the drawing of muscle cords that raise and lower your fingers. Can you feel it? Can you sense the slow atrophy, the steady expense of energy – can you sense yourself dying? You’re crumbling into dust. The earth waits for you to return.

Anthony Doerr (via quotemadness)