This one time, I met a boy at Kramerbooks.
That just happened.
I once had a real-life encounter with a poet at four a.m. in a Las Vegas Denny’s. He leaned over the back of his booth, made some awkward introduction, and began reciting lines from a wrinkled paper about the haunting sound wind makes or some nonsense. This encounter gave me an acute poet-phobia that lasted for years.
- Patrick Wensink, ”How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love Poets” (via millionsmillions)
That just happened.
Heh. Every time.
Sometimes this is necessary
It’s (virtually) official.
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Talk about settling when you have no other prospects…