like…my bio kind of says I’m still in high school.
-who’ll solve the depths of horror to defend a sunbeam’s architecture with his life: and carve immortal jungles of despair to hold a mountain’s heartbeat in his hand."
— e.e. cummings (via observando)
I know how to drive stick shift now. Maybe not in the mountains, but Tallahassee does have hills. Maybe they’re Florida hills. It’s something.
I wonder if you thought I’d never learn since you never taught me. I wonder if you’d be proud.
I’m in college now. I’m an English major. My focus will be on creative writing. You probably think that’s useless. You probably think I’ll never get a job. You probably think that I’m useless. I hope you threw all of my letters away, because they were some of my best, most passionate work and you don’t deserve to own them. They’ll be worth a lot of money one day, and I want you to be sorry.
I hope one day, everything stops going right for you. I hope one day you’ll wake up soaked in regret.
The weather is here. Don’t come visit.
In these last days of November
I’ve been challenged love to spread
So let me tell of fiery ember,
Christmas trees, and gingerbread.
For when days grow cold and colder
All our hassles come to rest
As a wiser and much older
Spirit comes to be our guest.
And as firs are evergreen
So our love we celebrate
And for once it might be seen
That our hearts can still be great.
Celebrate, but do remember:
Let your love outlive December.
— b.e.fitzgerald (the wants of a restless girl)