Gwen

“Hell hath little fury like that of a critic who sees a writer make it big.”
― Piers Anthony, Chthon

“You never think to appreciate your arms until you need them to stop the floor from punching you in the face.”
― Jenny Lawson, Furiously Happy: A Funny Book About Horrible Things

“When, however, one reads of a witch being ducked, of a woman possessed by devils, of a wise woman selling herbs, or even of a very remarkable man who had a mother, then I think we are on the track of a lost novelist, a suppressed poet, of some mute and inglorious Jane Austen, some Emily Bronte who dashed her brains out on the moor or mopped and mowed about the highways crazed with the torture that her gift had put her to. Indeed, I would venture to guess that Anon, who wrote so many poems without signing them, was often a woman.”
― Virginia Woolf, A Room of One’s Own

“Be as visibly fucked up as you want to be because being unique is already taken”
― Jenny Lawson, Furiously Happy: A Funny Book About Horrible Things