“Some women are meant to change the world, while others are meant to hold it together. And then there are those of us who simply don’t want to be in it, because we know no matter how much we struggle, we can’t comfortably fit.”—Jodi Picoult, Second Glance (via lastdaysofmagic)
My thoughts are crabbed and sallow, my tears like vinegar, or the bitter blinking yellow of an acetic star. Tonight the caustic wind, love, gossips late and soon, and I wear the wry-faced pucker of the sour lemon moon. While like an early summer plum, puny, green, and tart, droops upon it’s wizened stem my lean, unripened heart.