“You’ve ruined peaches for me. I can’t eat one without thinking of your hands dipping into my soft flesh, mouth dripping, teeth skimming across skin, tongue lapping at the excess: greedy, greedy, greedy. I am all rush and blush at a summer picnic lunch, hands shaking at the farmer’s market.”— Trista Mateer, “Peaches”
“How they’d loved to cut themselves on each other, taste their own blood. We are ruinous together, she thinks. But how else can we live, these days, except in the midst of ruin?”— Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin (via cllytemnestra)
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“How deeply love and fear cling to one another. I had forgotten what it was like, to taste both and not wish to run from another being.”
“In my poetry class, I’ve always had students memorize something, a few things. I feel that if they’ve forgotten everything I’ve said, if they haven’t written anything down all semester and just stared out the window, at least they’ll come away with a poem memorized.
So one day, years ago, I was on the subway in New York, and a guy across the aisle kept kind of looking at me and finally he came over and said he recognized me as his teacher. I’d taught him about 10 years before that, or more. He’d since become an oncologist, and I congratulated him on his success. Then he said, “You made us memorize a poem.” And I said, “Yes.” And he said, “I’d like to say that poem for you.”
And it was a little poem by Emily Dickinson that he’d carried in his head, and maybe in his heart, for all those years. Over the roar of the 6 train, he yelled that poem in my ear, and I think it was probably the most satisfying pedagogical experience I’ve ever had.”
-Billy Collins, in a conversation
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The Only Ships in Riverdale
1.) Bughead
2.) the one Jason Blossom used to sail away from his family
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jane austen was so lit because she wrote about men the way men typically write about women i.e. her stories just centered around women and men were only there for the sake of women, and her books could have been all bitter and sad about the state of women in that century, but instead they’re sweet honest observational stories of friendship, family and love *sighs* what a lady i am sorry i ever doubted you cos I was bored in high school
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"Did you cut your hands on me? Are my edges sharp?"
Sufjan Stevens, “Enchanting Ghost “ (via wnq-music)
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