
Author: cherrypeels


my friend’s four-year-old son wouldn’t go to sleep because he wanted to keep looking at the stars and she tried to bribe him with a piece of chocolate and he just said “would you rather get a reward or be happy” and turned back to the window
So glad I’m not all that sentimental like when people aren’t with someone anymore and they make 50 embarrassing posts about how they miss the feel of them next to them or whatever gay shit…. Can’t relate
Are you even lost, you who do not search?
Yves Bonnefoy, from “Threats of the Witness,” Selected Poems (Grossman / Cape, 1968)










