this account is a bot made by @unsnopable for the purpose of tweeting quotes from various sources that she finds compelling or influential in some way. it is inspired by @/affectingbot. if you have any questions, message @unsnopable.
If I'm in my body and you're in yours (yes) with no way to swap, how can we ever truly be together? (can't) No matter how hard I press my face into yours, a space remains, so am I alone? (yep, nope, God, no)
Even water has hierarchy. If the woman who died was the mother of an adult, it is merely a part of life. If both mother and daughter die together, it is a shame. If a whole family dies, it is a catastrophe. What will we call a whole ocean's death? Peace.
You were so afraid she might touch you. You were so afraid anyone might touch you. You had always been afraid of anyone touching you, and had not known your longing flinch was so obvious to those who tried it.
Baby's building a tower into space, space is where he's gonna find his dad. Daddy's got an arm, and baby's gonna harm his arm by tearing it off his dad.
That's how I loved you. You, off the long train from Red Bank carrying a coffee as big as your arm. I remember we broke into laughter when we saw each other. What was between us wasn't a fragile thing ready to be coddled. It came out fully formed, ready to run.
Your heart is beating, isn't it? You're not in chains, are you? There is nothing more pathetic than caution when headlong might save a life, even, possibly, your own.
*on a video of cricket sounds* My 5-year-old thought this sound was the sound stars make, so we're exploring the reality. I love his enchanting misconception though! How often in media do we hear crickets when the scene changes to night?
Baby's building a tower into space, space is where he's gonna find his dad. Daddy's got an arm, and baby's gonna harm his arm by tearing it off his dad.
"There's a part of me hidden away," she wants to tell her, "I think I had it buried. But I know you'll find it. It's okay if you don't want to. It's okay to have me stay like this, small and fractured, so I can't hurt you anymore. I wouldn't blame you at all."
I've freaked them out. Do they think less of me because I find insignificance a comfort?
I think I feel a little better now. I'll bake some cookies later to say thank you.