some flowers just arrived for my sister but my mom thought they were for me.
and so she asked if they were from henry and of course i asked what the hell she was talking about
and she was like “henry, the boy you’re always talking about.”
she meant henry david thoreau.
i quote henry david thoreau so much my mom thought henry david thoreau was my boyfriend
Louisa May Alcott, who wrote Little Women among other good literature, said of HDT’s beard “will most assuredly deflect amorous advances and preserve the man’s virtue in perpetuity.”
Oh, the drama amongst writers, it’s exciting.
