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@mariposanoir

How can I describe my life to you? I think a lot, listen to music. I'm fond of flowers.

While I loved, and while I was loved, what an existence I enjoyed! What a glorious year I can recall—how bright it comes back to me! What a living spring—what a warm, glad summer—what soft moonlight, silvering the autumn evenings—

Charlotte Brontë, Villette

I began to talk. I talked about summer, and about time. The pleasures of eating, the terrors of the night. About this cup we call a life. About happiness. And how good it feels, the heat of the sun between the shoulder blades.

Mary Oliver, from "toad", truro bear and other adventures: poems and essays

WEDNESDAY (2022 )

Let’s see.

I narrowly avoided death twice, discovered that my father may be a murderer, learned that I could potentially destroy the school, and was mysteriously saved by a homicidal monster.

As much as it pains me to admit, you were right, Mother.

I think I’m going to love it here.