“You Can Run, Run, Run Away From A Lot Of Things In Life, But You Can’t Run Away From Yourself. And

All will die, including myself

If I am the only one who was not harmed

If so, I was the creator of the blaze that killed us all

I have nothing to be sorry for

Except that I left us all behind

– Tony Hoagland, from "Dickhead", Donkey Gospel

If hurting me does not hurt you, you don’t love me. You’re using me.

k.b // by jerry flowers jr

Andrea Gibson, Lord of the Butterflies

Virginia Woolf, A Writer’s Diary, August 1921

love elizabeth s.

Made to love, but not to be loved; made to understand, but not to be understood; always the poet, never the poetry.

They say “fake it till you make it.” The problem with that though is that you’ve been faking it all week, and now all you have to show for it is a new car, a new job, new friends, a newfound sense of purpose, and…. Ah.