out with the broom

………..but you have forgotten me…

—Sappho, fragment 7, trans. A. S. Kline (via proustitute)

jackcazir:

Until I can find a job there’s no point in writing. I’m not in school to become a better writer, I’m in school so I can get health insurance and the resultant interventional medicine for my spine; I’m in school so I can subsidize my job search. If I have to write stories for professors for the…

Imagine if suffering were real.
Imagine if those old people were afraid of death.
What if the midget or the girl with one arm
really felt pain? Imagine how impossible it would be
to live if some people were
alone and afraid all their lives.

—Jack Gilbert (via magnificentruin)