(Source: chickenheaven, via authenticfauxhemian)
"When you laugh have it be like the limb of a tree breaking off. Have it be the only thing heard for miles on end. Be warmed by it.
Be an angry mob, a lick of flame, a gunpowder stain barking like a dog all night long.
Be a coalmine burning all night, be a sermon and a pulpit and a midnight train coming around the bend as the city starts off to sleep, the end of the parade, falling down drunk on your knees in the porch light.
See how long that can last. Then go."
INSTRUCTIONS FOR WHISTLING IN THE DARK
sasha fletcher
