I Wish Some Of You Lived Down The Street So I Could Go To Your House And Bother You In Person Every Single

whatever didn't kill me turned me into this

The plural of horse is

WHERE is that poem about that person learning all about their partners hyperfixation before getting dumped the last line is like “love is a stack of books on my nightstand with a bookmark near the end” I need it to feel whole help me please

you guys wanna see a really cool moth i saw on my walk today?

there's an end to the loneliness, right? it ends, eventually? and i'll be finally whole inside?

— Ernest Hemingway, from The Complete Works; "The Old Man and the Sea,"