dear quotations,

oh how adore thee. so much that i put one of you on my arm forevs style. today i am feeling particularly drawn to this one: "a poem...begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness...it finds the thought and the thought finds the words." robert frost. see what i mean? and i don't even like robert frost. see how great you are? the idea that one sentence. a few words. could leave you breathless. or thinking for the rest of the day. short and sweet you are. in your face. that's why i dig you so. you sass buckets you.

swooningly,
l.d.