friend: hey how are u?
me:
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insults i learned from wuthering heights
- he’s such a cobweb, a pinch would annihilate him
- cockatrice
- I’d rather be hugged by a snake
- by chance, you’ve managed tolerably
- pitiful changeling
- it is not poisoned, though I prepared it
- don’t degrade yourself into an abject reptile
- thou saucy witch
I dreamed all sorts of funny dreams β dreams with you in them all the time, and terrible ticking clocks, and vampires, and ladies with long arms putting out the light, and intimate black dogs just sitting on us. I love you. I love you more than anybody in the world. I love you for millions and millions of things, clocks and vampires and lovely hair and being dizzy and falling dreams. I want you to be with me; you can teach me to walk in the air and Iβll teach you to make nice noises on the piano without any music; and we shanβt have any money at all and weβll live on other peopleβs, which they wonβt like a bit. I donβt care. I donβt care for anybody. I only want to tell you all the time and over and over again that I love you.
Dylan Thomas, from a letter to Caitlin Macnamara written c. July 1936 (via violentwavesofemotion)
