Panic Room by Tilt
I would shake the dust from my coat, and rise
If I realized my own perfection.
I would rush to the sky, empty and light;
My head would be high as the ninth heaven.
—Rumi
"Last Letter" by Ted Hughes
What happened that night? Your final night.
Double, treble exposure
Over everything. Late afternoon, Friday,
My last sight of you alive.
Burning your letter to me, in the ashtray,
With that strange smile. Had I bungled your plan?
Had it surprised me sooner than you purposed?
Had I rushed it…
(Source: tellhimtoshrug)
Bennett and I text about stuffed animals.
“Even under the best of circumstances, there’s just something so damn tragic about growing up.”
— Jonathan Tropper, This Is Where I Leave You
“Most loves are like that, from what I can see. Your heart starts to feel like an overcrowded lifeboat. You throw your pride out to keep it afloat, and your self-respect and your independence. After a while you start throwing people out—your friends, everyone you used to know. And it’s still not enough. The lifeboat is still sinking, and you know it’s going to take you down with it.”
— Gregory David Roberts, Shantaram
“She was so evidently the victim of the civilization which had produced her, that the links of her bracelet seemed like manacles chaining her to her fate.”
— Edith Wharton, The House of Mirth
“It is the easiest thing in the world for a man to look as if he had a great secret in him.”
— Herman Melville, Moby Dick
“I would always rather be happy than dignified.”
— Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre
