Quinneths - 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕣'𝕤 𝕡𝕖𝕥

Don’t be so hard on yourself.

@defavorise

Sharp Objects (2018)

“Am I free? There is some thing still holding me. Or am I holding it?”

— Clarice Lispector, tr. by Stefan Tobler, from Água Viva (via feral-ballad)

Florence Pugh (Tiffany & Co, 2022)

𝕔𝕒𝕞𝕡𝕦𝕤 𝕞𝕠𝕧𝕚𝕖 𝕟𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥, 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕢𝕦𝕒𝕕 𝕔𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕟𝕒𝕥𝕖 𝕤𝕙𝕒𝕨  𝕥𝕙𝕦𝕣𝕤𝕕𝕒𝕪 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘

          ———      ⁂      There he was, milling around, right in her way. It seemed like everywhere Quinn looked nowadays, Nate had nestled himself in some corner or other. His tall figure haunted her peripheral vision. After years of on-again-off-again hatefucking she had made a point of avoiding him after her freshman year. She summered in the city instead of The Hamptons, hoping to stave off the dirty magnetism they'd let fester between them. She had guessed, at some point, that being on the same campus would mean she couldn't avoid him forever. She hadn't guessed it would be over some damn popcorn. Quinn reached up and tapped on his shoulder.

                      ❝   Are  you  getting  something  from  the  stand                             or  are  you  just  here  to  be  a  nuisance  ?   ❞

Catherynne M. Valente, The Bread We Eat in Dreams; “Mouse Koan”