#neil

What win I if I gain the thing I seek? A dream, a breath, a froth of fleeting joy. Who buys a minute's mirth to wail a week? Or sells eternity to get a toy? ↗

— William Shakespeare

#sandman #tempest #dreams

If you sleep with one eye open are your dreams only half as good as everyone elses? ↗

— Neil Leckman

#virtual-cubicle #wurms #dreams

Has anyone else noticed that most dreams happen while you're asleep? Makes it a lot harder to remember the details... ↗

— Neil Leckman

#dreams

I think what I need to do is stay awake while I'm sleeping so I can see what I'm dreaming better!! ↗

— Neil Leckman

#virtual-cubicle #wurms #dreams

They kept yelling at me to pay attention during school, since education hasn't panned out for me can I get a refund, or at least a rebate? ↗

— Neil Leckman

#education

I won’t forget it,” I said. “I hope you meet someone perfect one day.” “Ha…yeah, that’s just it. I think I already did.” As we opened our doors to step out, he touched my arm. “Just to be clear, if I, like, leaned over and whispered your name in your ear, still nothing? ↗

— Laura Anderson Kurk

#crushes #dating #glass-girl #henry-whitmire #high-school

Thanet is having a moment,” I said, leaning forward so Quinn could see him. “What’s wrong, man?” Quinn said. “Were you not aware high school dances suck? That they always have sucked and they will continue sucking as long as the world turns? ↗

— Laura Anderson Kurk

#dances #dating #glass-girl #henry-whitmire #high-school

Hold still, Meg, you’re dripping blood on my car seats.” I reached behind the passenger seat of Tennyson’s car looking for the white sheet she’d thrown in for mopping up bodily fluids. Quinn, sitting in the back seat, read my mind and handed it to me. “Thank you.” “No problem.” He leaned forward, pulling a corner of the sheet up to wipe off a small stream of blood on my neck. “You okay? ↗

— Laura Anderson Kurk

#distracted-driving #glass-girl #henry-whitmire #high-school #laura-anderson-kurk

Thrice damned she howls like Cerberus to the night Guarding virtues that lie like forgotten stains On oaken floors that pave the willow lined paths of the past That lead to a meadow filled with the detritus of wasted love Rotting under a forgotten sun that no longer shines In a heart gone cold therein lies the haste of anger. ↗

— Neil Leckman

#virtual-cubicle #wurms #anger