Inconspicuous, she’s a chameleon who blends in wherever she’s at, though her authenticity is never hidden she shies away from filters shining with her genuine self which often softens her glow in the ostentatious crowd
Once in a while, the right ones come along the ones who notice her light and what they see is one-of-a-kind coruscating in the throng of fabrication
She is truth spoken to the unblind
I love it when literature touches me, when it reaches my bones. It doesn't matter if it's in a pleasurable way or a horrifying way, either way it's satisfying.
What is reality? An illusion? Something solid? Is it like Time?
Apt. 💕
BROOKLYN NINE NINE ‘9 Days’, 3.12
The unique persona of Emily Dickinson has made her poetry immortal. The elegance with which she has often defined or reflected Death, never ceased to capture the readers' admiration.
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The Hardest Book To Understand...
I could cast all my forgivenesses into the air and watch them take flight, dispersing wherever they belong, wherever they are needed, but they are already flowing — freely.
Open-arm-surrender to the vast sky,
I am a confession
relinquished,
vibrant in the coursing of my inner circuitry, heart’s sanctum, a sanctuary cleansed
in lachrymose penance.
This weaving of sounds and silence, this staccato of gears and engines, and bird call solace, balsamic, all folds
into balance.
© Anna S. 2022
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“Be willing to go alone sometimes. You don’t need permission to grow. Not everyone who started with you will finish with you. And that’s OK.”
— Unknown
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Connor: Hank, I have an idea!
Hank: Wha- It's 4 in the morning, what the fuck?
Connor: Just hear me out
Hank: [angry Hank noises]
Connor: Talking android dogs
Hank: N O
***
Hank: Yesterday I overheard Connor saying, “Are you sure this is a good idea?” and Gavin replying, “Trust me,” and I have never moved from one room to another so quickly in my life.
***
Gavin: Do you cook?
Connor: I made a cake once.
Hank: Yeah, it was good.
Connor: Really?
Hank: Don’t make me lie twice, Connor.
***
Gavin: Why are you on the floor?
Connor: I'm depressed.
Connor: Also I was stabbed, can you get Hank, please?
Gavin: [takes a picture]
Gavin: "Your plastic kid got himself into trouble"
Gavin: "And it wasn't my fault
Gavin: [sends the message]
Gavin: There, I did all I could.
***
Gavin: Hey, tin can!
Hank: Reed, don't even start-
Connor: I can tell by the tone of your voice that you are angry. Alas, I must further make you feel even angrier by affirming how little I give a fuck.
Gavin:
Hank:
Gavin: Is he even allowed to swear?
Hank: I have no idea.
***
Connor: Hey, do you know the password to Gavin’s computer?
Hank: Fuck you, Connor.
Connor: Hey!
Hank: No, you misunderstood, the password is "fuckyouConnor".
Connor: Oh, no numbers? Not very safe.
***
Hank: You bought a coffee?
Gavin: Yep.
Hank: From the same truck that hit Connor?!
Gavin, sipping his coffee: Well, me falling asleep wouldn't help him.
Connor: I'm okay.
Gavin: See? He's okay. I got my daily dose of caffeine. Everyone wins.
Hank:
Hank: You two are gonna be the death of me.
***
Connor: You saved me? Why?
Gavin: People would think I murdered you if I didn't.
Connor: Fair point.
It's a journey of 100 miles. Begins with a single step.
“Healing is layers. Healing is time. Healing is excruciating. Once you think it’s done, it’s not.”
— Mary DeMuth