"The weather varies between heavy fog and pale sunshine; My thoughts follow the exact same process."
Virginia Woolf, 21 April 1918 (via wordsthat-speak)
heaven knows it’s got to be this time
she belongs to her mother and the state of ohio / i wish she belonged to me
god bless your crooked little heart
In this week’s issue, David Sedaris writes about his youngest sister’s suicide and reflects on the time he spent with his family at the beach: http://nyr.kr/17bQMYs
The siblings, clockwise from top left: Gretchen, Lisa, David, Tiffany, Paul, and Amy.
"Take those kids, double them, and subtract the cable TV: that’s what my parents had to deal with. Now, though, there weren’t six, only five. ‘And you can’t really say, "There used to be six, ”’ I told my sister Lisa. ‘It just makes people uncomfortable.’”