I’m afraid I’ll never finish college. I’m afraid I’ll finish college with student loans I can never pay back. I’m afraid I’ll get a degree and won’t be able to find a job in that field. I’m afraid I’ll get a degree, get the job I dreamed of, and hate it.
— A Mental Illness Happy Hour listener whose list of fears matches mine four for four. (via ashley-fox)
is a living room wall
with awkwardly placed photographs
hiding fist-shaped holes.
— Andrea Gibson, “Class” (via like-words)
Something of vengeance I had tasted for the first time; as aromatic wine it seemed on swallowing, warm and racy: its after-flavour, metallic and corroding, gave me a sensation as if I had been poisoned.
— Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte (via spilledgrace)