I hope that one day when I’m lying on my death bed, I’ll look back at the times I spent with you as a teenager and I’ll smile because you made me who I am. You are a part of who I am. The drunk nights in the woods and the reckless days exploring. I will look back and be happy that even when I wanted to die, there were moments I was so high off adrenaline and happiness that nothing else mattered. You have given me so many stories to tell and I will never get tired of writing new ones with you. So when the time comes, when it’s time for me to take my final breath, I will be thankful that I grew up with you.
A banker? Me?”
“Yes, Mr. Lipwig.”
“But I don’t know anything about running a bank!”
“Good. No preconceived ideas.”
“I’ve robbed banks!”
“Capital! Just reverse your thinking,” said Lord Vetinari, beaming. “The money should be on the inside.
(On parking in cities after growing up in reasonably dispersed places with parking lots) “I think I was worried about someone seeing my lack of experience in the real world. Like someone was going to spot me crying, awkwardly side-hugging a parking meter after unsuccessfully parallel parking, and start singing "Another One Bites the Dust” spitefully in my direction.“ -Arden Rose, speaking straight into my soul. 😂 I highly recommend this book to anyone like me who’s been sling-shot into adulthood and now has to balance things like paying bills and going to job interviews with the overwhelming desire to do nothing but eat frosting out of a jar and watch New Girl on loop for the 40th time. Arden gets it.
he was the first boy that made you brave enough
to openly want something. you bloomed like
chrysanthemums under his hands. spun yourself
gold. hung the sun from your tonsils. every time
you opened your mouth, you wrote him into light.
told him, i don’t see the dark, i only hear the birds.
made him the muse, turned yourself martyr. loved
him until your face turned blue. until your spine
became wishbone. your body turned meadow.
grew in the midst of a frost. shook off the ice
crystals and opened your mouth. showed
him the sun. reminded him of the songbirds.
promised to keep being the light if he
promised not to swallow the dark.