champagne or rosé? outer space or the deep sea? glitter or iridescent? book stores or movie rental stores? paperback or hardcover? nude colours or bright colours? caves or forest clearings? hot beach sand or cool ocean waters?

me as a writer: this paragraph is flawless, look at that flow of prose, i am majestic in my craft

me editing my work: who the FUCK told this bitch they could use so many goddamn commas

sometimes being alone is the upgrade

do you ever think about the judges for the triwizard tournament trying to figure out who to kidnap for the second task

like they’re all just sitting in dumbledore’s office and karkaroff goes “well word on the street says that krum has a crush on that granger girl”

“damn,” says dumbledore, “I wanted harry to rescue her. well, what about the delightful miss chang?”

“no,” says bagman, “we’ve got her down for diggory”

“stop sinking my ships,” says dumbledore

emily bronte: “he’s more myself than i am” / cixous: “who are you who are so strangely me?” / pizarnik: “accept the part of me that is you”

“if the body is a house, was I burning it in protest?”

— Nina Puro, WOMAN CRYING IN A GALLERY, published in Big Lucks Journal (via angelealowes)

i really hate it when i am reading something and my mind drifts and i get to the bottom of the page and realise i absorbed none of it and have to start over

when you’re buying something and the cashier gives you change and people are waiting in line behind you and slowly moving forward and you’re trying to cram your change in your wallet and get out of the way as fast as you can that shit is horrifying and traumatic