nobody even knows how normal i am on account of my being obviously crazy
The Witch by Lionel Lindsay
I knew what the silence meant, and so did she. It meant that on an evening so calm, so iridescently blue, so full of the chink and chafe of insects and fat old dogs dragging their chains and belling in the neighbors' dooryards—in such a boundless and luminous evening, we would feel our proximity with our finer senses. As, for example, one of two, lying still in a dark room, knows when the other is awake.
– Marilynne Robinson, Housekeeping
i could never get a botox because i love looking at people with a frown & disgusted look
i must not get takeout. takeout is the wallet-killer. takeout is the little-death that brings total obliteration. i will face the kitchen, fridge, and pantry. i will make choices about what to cook and then execute them. when hunger is gone there will be nothing. only i will remain.
Stuntman Ronnie Rondell gets his clothes caught on fire during Pink Floyd’s Wish You Were Here album photoshoot at the Warner Bros. backlot in Los Angeles, CA. 1975.