sorry i’m late, professor. i’m disenchanted with the human experience and waking up every morning thrusts me into an instant existential crisis
I don't even know.
But something in his expression screamed:
“I can’t handle you.”
And she thought then, that perhaps all relationships were just a case of who gave up first. And her pride couldn’t decide which was worse: giving up when you had promised them not to, or waking up to find that they had given up on you.”"
Nicola Twilley on experiencing the scent of an endangered flower that blooms for only a few hours, just after dawn, on one day every year:
“Bursts of flavor combined with short inhales of the scent to make the experience even more ephemeral than I had anticipated. It was there for a tiny, magical second, and then it was gone before I could really appreciate it—not unlike the flower it came from.”
Photograph courtesy Miriam Simun