Imagine that you’re awkwardly sitting there at a formal dance when suddenly you see a hand extended towards you. ”May I have this dance?” they ask. You look up, and find that it’s your favorite character.
Imagine that favorite character then fucking you so hard that night that you don’t think you’ll be able to stand the next morning.
Willa Cather, O Pioneers!
whenever i have to write an essay i always end up just repeating myself but in new creative ways
I’ve enjoyed every age I’ve been, and each has had its own individual merit. Every laugh line, every scar, is a badge I wear to show I’ve been present, the inner rings of my personal tree trunk that I display proudly for all to see. Nowadays, I don’t want a “perfect” face and body; I want to wear the life I’ve lived.
Pat Benatar, Between a Heart and a Rock Place: A Memoir (via showslow)
autocorrect needs to stop capitalizing “omg” i’m not that excited