The useless days will add up to something. The shitty waitressing jobs. The hours writing in your journal. The long meandering walks. The hours reading poetry and story collections and novels and dead people’s diaries and wondering about sex and God and whether you should shave under your arms or not. These things are your becoming.From "Dear Sugar, The Rumpus Advice Column #64: Tiny Beautiful Things."
-Sugar
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
The Useless Days
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