FRIENDS 1.04 | The One With George Stephanopoulos

pure of heart... dumb of ass.... bi of sexual....

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.

Inside me, something seethes. Inside me, some feral animal claws at my ribcage, trapped.

Molly McCully Brown, from Places I’ve Taken my Body: Essays

i love you so bad but maybe it wasn't meant to be?

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oh wade

― Speeches for Dr Frankenstein, Margaret Atwood

[text ID: you dangle on the leash / of your own longing; your /  need grows teeth]

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

La pointe courte (Agnès Varda, 1955)