the romantic egotist

I have so much love and respect for women who are honest about their own loneliness but also find the good in it like when audrey hepburn said “I have to be alone very often. I’d be quite happy if I spent from Saturday night until Monday morning alone in my apartment. That’s how I refuel” and when charlotte bronte said “I care for myself. The more solitary, the more friendless, the more unsustained I am, the more I will respect myself” and when jenny slate said “I think I’ve come to terms with the fact that there will always be a ribbon of loneliness running through who I am. But that’s why I want to do comedy, and why I want to connect with people. You can use that ribbon to be a part of a finer tapestry, or you can choke yourself out with it! Your choice!” and when mary oliver said “whoever you are, no matter how lonely, the world offers itself to your imagination, calls to you like the wild geese, harsh & exciting - over & over announcing your place in the family of things”

must feel so good to be soil absorbing rain

a battle for the title “the most obvious repressed lesbian” between alicent hightower and lily briscoe would be insane

the vivid sensory-memory of sucking water out of a washcloth as a child

never met a sentence i couldn't make incredibly long

devotion comes so naturally to me

So There's This Open Wound At The Heart Of The Text

hey boss i can't come in today it's a sunny day and there's a lovely breeze coming in through my window, yeah it's rustling the branches of the tree outside that's finally bloomed so it's pretty serious

where are my headphones I can’t see without my headphones

i’m so glad i’ve never gotten over anything in my life it makes listening to music so fun

i think every publisher should have to institute a ban on books that fail what i’m calling the “little life” and “what else?” tests

3.5 stars. the thinking man's 5 stars

too busy swallowing my grief