The (_____) Face

For whatever a face could feel.

That is part of the beauty of all literature. You discover that your longings are universal longings, that you’re not lonely and isolated from anyone. You belong.
— F. Scott Fitzgerald (via theorthodoxheretic)

(Source: theorthodoxheretic, via fuckyeahreading)

You know how retards will just start masturbating anywhere? Yeah, it was kind of like that.
— My friend Brittany
The Blues always impressed me as being very sad, sadder even than the Spirituals, because their sadness is not softened with tears, but hardened with laughter…
— Langston Hughes
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