(c)

you should be addicted to shutting the fuck up

You wanna fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid

moving far away to a sunny place.

My 14 year old brother just took a drink of hot chocolate and hissed like he'd knocked back a shot of vodka then set it down and went "ah... that's the good stuff."

Kate Chopin, from The Awakening

I remember eating moldy strawberries on the porch with you. You picked the fuzzy ones up between your yellow fingers and you ate them for me. Why did you smoke so much? You taught me how to play chess, with those hands. Did it mean anything to you? My young hand in your leathered palm. It didn't to me. I remember you telling me it was good for me; the mold.

Clarice Lispector, from “Raging Against the Typewriter”, Selected Cronicas (tr. Giovanni Pontiero)

MAMMA MIA! HERE WE GO AGAIN (2018) dir. Ol Parker