do you ever just finish a book and sit there for a while like what the fuck did this author just do to me
so this blog just followed me
and I was intrigued so i went to their blog and
it is all irons
I can’t fukcinfg deal with this tHERE IS AN IRON IN A TREE WTF
omg they follow me what do i do
not killing myself is a personal achievement but you cant really brag about that at dinner parties
please graph your answer
Graphing is where I draw the line.
did you just
it seemed the best fit
You tell me you didn’t sleep well. I say
I didn’t either. You had a terrible night. “Me too.”
We’re extraordinarily calm and tender with each other
as if sensing the other’s rickety state of mind.
As if we knew what the other was feeling. We don’t,
of course. We never do. No matter.
It’s the tenderness I care about. That’s the gift
this morning that moves and holds me.
Same as every morning." "The Gift" by Raymond Carver (via flaowww)
this is far too mesmerizing not to reblog