— Clarissa Vaughan, The Hours (2002)
(Source: anuclearmystic, via aux-temps-perdus)
Posted 2 weeks ago
"I remember one morning getting up at dawn, there was such a sense of possibility. You know, that feeling? And I remember thinking to myself: So, this is the beginning of happiness. This is where it starts. And of course there will always be more. It never occurred to me it wasn’t the beginning. It was happiness. It was the moment. Right then."
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Only one treatment for a recurrence:
The whole thing must be cut and scraped away,
Down to the bone— an indispensable excision;
Otherwise, we’ll never learn to speak again;
Life’s lessons learned in shifting, skinless sinews;
The endocrine system makes us wantonly attach.…
Speaking of chemicals,
The Two-Dollar Debutante
Poisoned poor Amory.
Nothing left to know.
Sky-calling is for amateurs and dodderers.
Detestable caterwauling! Eye the spiraling cord
(Downward, downward to obliquity!)
As it wends, frozen, to a woebegone wanter
Who whistles her tune in another lover’s key,
audibly.
Are inches so much smaller on paper than in thoughts?
Maybe we need a second opinion.
" Posted 2 weeks ago
