The Pittsburgh Press, Pennsylvania, January 14, 1935
Crawling out of the swamps where you buried me like the setting sun and the moon rises an enemy.
Carolina Outcrop. Never Trust a Woman Who Writes.
ἀστέρων πάντων ὀ κάλλιστος (of all the stars, the fairest)
πόλυ πάκτιδος ἀδυμελεστέρα, χρύσω χρυσοτέρα (far sweeter-sounding than the lyre, far more golden than gold)
τὰν ἰόκολπον (violet-tressed, one with violets in her lap)
ὦ κάλα, ὦ χαρίεσσα κόρα (o beautiful, graceful girl)
ἦρος ἄγγελος ἰμερόφωνος ἀήδων (nightingale, sweet-voiced messenger of spring)
The Galena Evening Times, Kansas, January 18, 1900
this is it? is this what growing up is all about? we pass joy around in a bottle of cheap wine for one last time. I know, everyone is constantly changing and the earth is spinning and eventually everything happens just like it’s supposed to. but if my car were to crash on my way back to the city I call my new home, I wouldn’t be angry. my mom buys herself flowers now and I think that’s a good thing. she also keeps my scissors in a different shelf. and the tree in our backyard is gone. you never know when it’s the last time. is growing up nothing more than feeling younger than you are and leaving all the things you love so dearly behind?
-e.f
Natalie Wee, Least of all
Pittsburgh Daily Post, Pennsylvania, February 20, 1927
One of the best shot of Total Solar Eclipse from 08-04-2024.
Via @nasa-official
First born daughter playing therapist
Apology letters to anyone I’ve ever kissed
I think this weekend I’ll go on an alcohol bender
But at least drinks are free when you’re the bartender.
Kait | XXIV | PiscesThis is my personal commonplace book
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