One morning, I woke up and there were pancakes. I lived alone then, in a three-bedroom house. The few friends I still had worried it was too big for me. I had stopped using an alarm clock. I had nowhere to be.

Pancakes

you promised me heartbreaking works of staggering genius.
you told me everything was illuminated.
you promised me freedom, purity, and corrections...

Heteropessimism / To All the Friends I Made in My Twenties

" I’ve accepted that my dog sees me as a food dispenser. But I also believe that is love, true as it gets. Likewise, I’ve accepted that books are objects made of paper; the creations of imperfect individuals."

Laura K. Wallace

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