Writing a manifesto as if I am a French Nouvelle Vague film director is one of the best homeworks I ever had in my life
I remember the first time you held my hand. I don’t know if it was because of the cold or the fact I loved you but fuck, I felt the world rush through my veins.
I find freedom in music, in poetry, in stories, in painting, in that light, airy feeling one gets when creating art.
maybe my heart was hungrier than this.
― Jeannine Hall Gailey, "The Note the Fox-Wife Leaves Him," from She Returns to the Floating World (via orchidetelm)
Long ago, how madly I loved you […]