January 2011
6 posts
Your Sad-Assed Story
“Now,” those Plumbago lips say, “You are going to tell me your story like you just did. Write it all down. Tell that story over and over. Tell me your sad-assed story all night.” That Brandy queen points a long bony finger at me.
“When you understand,” Brandy says, “that what your telling is just a story. It isn’t happening anymore. When you...
She read books quickly and compulsively, paperback after paperback, as if she...
– Jane Hamilton (via hourglasss) (via itookadeepbreath, joyeuse) (via teachingliteracy) (via booklover) (via lustandkisses) (via bugseatbooks) (via eveningflares) (via nothingbuttherain) (via yoursummerheart) (via beautyintherain)
You’re not a kid anymore. You have the right to choose your own life. You can...
– Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle (via kari-shma)