olivia’s Reviews > A Tree Grows in Brooklyn > Status Update

oh my god. the union labels on clothing. how far we’ve fallen

“dear god. let me be something every minute of every hour of my life. let me be gay, let me be sad; let me be cold, let me be warm. let me be hungry, have too much to eat. let me be ragged or well-dressed. let me be sincere, be deceitful. let me be truthful, let me be a liar. let me be honorable and let me sin. only let me be something every blessed minute.

“this could be her whole life, she thought. you work eight hours a day covering wires to earn money to buy food and to pay for a place to sleep so that you can keep living to come back to cover more wires.”
this is too close for comfort

“love, from papa” i am going to SOB

ughhh i know this is like. 1915 but katie nolan pisses me off sometimes. i’m going to be anachronistic here and say she’s a pick me girl

francie should’ve been allowed to beat this teacher

the kindness of the neighbors… oh my god im going to cry

NOOOO JOHNNY
(i knew this was coming soon after the night he stopped singing though)

shoot that pedophile dead!

horseyyy 🐎