“Abruptly, from beneath a throbbing eyelash,
emerged as from a chrysalis a bright ray
and down her ruddy-swarthy cheek,
glistening, a round diamond rolled …”
— Vladimir Nabokov
I also felt that she was holding herself together with a safety pin, was forcing herself to be clear, articulate, active—to keep moving, one step ahead of the sledgehammer of grief.
the fact that i am 23 with a masters degree and a full-time job and i can’t even afford a sane appartement and have to keep living in my shoebox with literal mold and mice and entire MUSHROOMS (like the ones you eat) growing in my bathroom it’s really impacting my mental health
ALT
