I’m A Simple Woman. I Find A Song I Like, I Listen To It For Three Weeks Uninterrupted Until I Find

my names macbeth and wen its nite or wen the moon is shiyning brite and to their sleep the men do cling i stay up late

i stab the king

The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock by T.S. Eliot

I just want to pretend. I want to pretend that I could.

Evening Public Ledger, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, June 9, 1919

“Now, every time I witness a strong person, I want to know: What darkness did you conquer in your story? Mountains do not rise without earthquakes.”

— Katherine MacKenett

not enough secret gardens and hidden passageways and bookshelves that open to a mysterious library these days. get working on that girls.

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i hate meeting new people and them being like ‘oh ur so quiet:(’ like ????????? what the FUCK am i supposed to tell u jessica i dont even KNOW you