Y. That perfect letter. The wishbone, fork in the road, empty wineglass. The question we ask over and over.
— Marjorie Celona (via honeyandgunpowder)
School has taught me how to solve equations, but never relationships. I’ve learned about WWI and WWII, but not the everyday wars between myself and society. I was taught what happens when a body part is injured, but never how to go about it. I could recite Robert Frost’s poem, but was left speechless when someone asked if I’m happy.
— late night thoughts || 08.19.14 || 12:58 a.m.