June 2011
YMFY: "Roominghouse, Winter" by Margaret Atwood →
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Catprints, dogprints, marks
of ancient children
have made the paths we follow
to the vestibule, piled
with overshoes, ownerless letters
a wooden sled.
The threadbare treads
on the stairs. The trails
worn by alien feet
in time through the forest snowdrifts
of the corridor to this remnant, this
discarded door
“I think that sometimes we become lethargic out of fear. It’s not really laziness so much as it is timidity. We’d rather bear the ills we have than fly to others that we know not of, when in truth the place where one is standing may be untenable, it may be dangerous, it may be stultifying, and it’s better to just step on. You know, you have to move.”
—Maya Angelou, interview with bell hooks (via thatswhatshesaidquotes)
“I think she was afraid to love sometimes. I think it scared her. She was the type to like things that were concrete, like the ocean. Something you could point to and know what it is. I think that’s why she always struggled with God. And I think that’s why she also struggled with love. She couldn’t touch it. She couldn’t hold on to it and make sure it never changed. But sometimes it’s those things you can’t touch that you need to hold on to the most.”
—Carrie Ryan (via aeloquence)
