Monthly Archives: July 2016
The broken glass isn’t the worst of it. Glass ceilings are also glass floors. There is nothing more humiliating than realizing what supported where you used to stand.
The aspiration to be one-self is driven by incoherence and measured by impossibility.
My house by the woods is the place where ladybugs sneak in to die.
Those three letters that come after your name make you so happy that you just have to tell everyone about it.