Jason, what do you got in your hand there, bud? Nothing. Is it a spider? Yes. Do you think taking a spider in an MRI machine will give you superpowers? Hey, it might work. He already bit me a bunch of times and gave me the power to swell up my hand.
one of the greatest tragedies in life is that you will always be loved more than you will ever know. someone in class finds your presence inviting and warm, even if you’ve only ever exchanged a few words with them—maybe none at all. someone on the street loves your smile and it gets them down the next few streets. someone you used to be friends with still wishes to fondly call your name. someone you used to be friends with five years ago would give anything to be in the same room as you today. someone who regularly comes into work is disappointed when you aren’t there to brighten their day. someone missed you today. someone noticed you were gone. someone loves you when you’re there; someone loves you when you’re nowhere to be found at all. you think you have always disappeared when you’re no longer in the picture, but you’ve never left the frame.
just the fact that noah’s big sacrifice wasn’t necessarily ceasing to exist/being corporal, but instead being forgotten by everyone who cared about him. ☹️
charles bernstein me and my pharaoh… \ sylvia plath the journals of sylvia plath (via @metamorphesque) \ alan dugan april \ t.s. eliot the wasteland (via @poetryofmanya) \ e.e. cummings 95 poems, complete poems of e.e. cummings: 1904-1962: “first robin the;” (via @soracities) \ georgia rebecca (@fleursdesmorts) tenebrous \ edna st. vincent millay spring \ sylvia plath the unabridged journals