That this begins as a haiku is the most perfect thing ever
There is a melancholy to the infinite scroll.
"I am not joking when I say: it is easier to read Ulysses than it is to read the Internet. Because at least Ulysses has an end, an edge. Ulysses can be finished. The Internet is never finished. “
Shout out to sixth grade me. You’ve come along way, baby.
The teacher may not be a person.
Don’t fail to open the gifts.
Howl for what you love.
Your actions are your only true belongings.
You are a quick river in a green time.
Tim Buckley - Morning Glory
I lit my purest candle close to my
Window, hoping it would catch the eye
Of any vagabond who passed it by,
And I waited in my fleeting house