Exquisite Mariposa Quotes

I wish writing felt less like revenge on the world.

I tend to join trends as they're cresting— I told you I was cursed with the initials F.A.D. Astrology's gone in and out of style before; right now, it's peaking in popularity, because people are desperate for a meaning system more nourishing than capitalism.

If I could do anything, what would it be? After the drive to pick up Bob, I started asking myself this question. Most of the ideas I came up with were dust, I let them blow away.

I laid out my new paints without judgement or expectation blotted and brushed my vision of Kimia Then I turn my attention to what I’d ideally prefer to write about, like my friends. I’d like to write about us on a series of grand adventures, rather than home bound and depressed or anxious, but I’m not flexible in my creativity yet.

Teresa told me, she once tried to be a sidewalk. Or, she decided she was the sidewalk. Being steady as concrete seemed wiser to her than rushing between classes during finals. She lay down, stiff as the ground in winter, on her favourite spot in the quad, where the afternoon light shimmered golden, next to an old oak whose bark reminded her of her father’s beard. She got still- very, very still- still as stone, and she was stone, so of course she didn’t hear her peers when they asked her what was up. Nor could she hear the dean when he asked her to move and when her friends Hollie and Sean picked her up and carried her back to her dorm, she didn’t soften, but rather stayed steady, steady stiff. They called that a depression. It seemed perfectly sensible to me.

Instead of schooling the boys in all the insidious things they’ve done, I let my resentment quietly build until I can no I get take it, then I should, ‘Read a book!’ And I’m gone.