Grandma’s Impala
Grandma’s sixty-eight Chevy sails down Brooklyn Avenue, me in the front seat— head out the window like an excited beagle. Who cares if we’re going to Alpha Beta or a dart tournament at a rival Moose Lodge. The bright chrome bumper emphasizes the copper Impala’s serious brow as if to say, Don’t mess with me. Grandma channels her El Paso, Pachuca roots— keeping a sharp gaze on the…
I am alone again and I want to be so; alone with the pure sky and open sea.
| — | Friedrich Nietzsche (via quotemadness) |
There is no greater pain or punishment than memory.
| — | Victoria Aveyard (via quotemadness) |
…but sometimes we reveal the most when we are least like ourselves.
| — | Anaïs Nin, from Henry and June: the Unexpurgated Diary (1931-1932) of Anaïs Nin (via luthienne) |
