I can’t abandon
the person I used to be
so I carry her
Photo booth pictures of Truman Capote, Audrey Hepburn, and Mel Ferrer, c. 1956.
I’m terrified of myself and I’m scared I’ll never get better.
My heart is not a home for cowards.
Never be in a hurry; do everything quietly and in a calm spirit. Do not lose your inner peace for anything whatsoever, even if your whole world seems upset.
Every city has a sex and an age which have nothing to do with demography. Rome is feminine. So is Odessa. London is a teenager, an urchin, and in this hasn’t changed since the time of Dickens. Paris, I believe, is a man in his twenties in love with an older woman.
How deep the Father’s love for us…
Forming affection or admiration for someone a.k.a. impending doom or sticking needles in my eyes or inevitable failure no no no no no no
I don’t think people love me. They love versions of me I have spun for them, versions of me they have construed in their minds. The easy versions of me, the easy parts of me to love.