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ericboydblog:

Hey guys, I’m doing a Gofundme to try and get out to Portland for the Tin House Summer Writing Workshop this July. Absolutely any help is appreciated. Donations are great and even just sharing this post is great. Whatever you can do, please do! Thanks.

ajetejete asked: Hi Lucy. How'd you make those paintings? Are they on paper?

They are actually tiny canvases I picked up at a craft store.

I made more tiny paintings today.

I made more tiny paintings today.

Today is national buy a bedheaded redhead a rocket launcher day! What? Yes it is. No, it totally is. It’s observed worldwide. I did not just make it up. No I didn’t. Tell your roommate he doesn’t know what he’s talking about.

Today is national buy a bedheaded redhead a rocket launcher day! What? Yes it is. No, it totally is. It’s observed worldwide. I did not just make it up. No I didn’t. Tell your roommate he doesn’t know what he’s talking about.

Some of us
are simply unlovable but
by no fault of our own,
we are born unlucky,
we are the span from
Monday to Friday,
tolerated impatiently
until what a person
really loves comes around.


--(via lucyquin)

lucyquin:

I watched a man run his hand
up and down his girlfriend’s spine
like a keyboard to keep her warm
as they waited for the bus downtown,
she smiled without looking at him
and he knew it so he pulled her close.

And I thought about them hours later
how I hoped they were good to each other
and knew just how lucky they were
because there’s not enough of
that kind of love around anymore.

Don’t waste
sunsets
with people
who will
be gone
by sunrise.


--(via lucyquin)

Don’t invite them into your life if they are inconsistently in love. Love is anything but inconsistent. It is not a faucet you can turn on and off, it is a constant. And sure there are bad days and off days, days where everything they do is annoying but you find yourself smiling anyway. You are not Halley’s Comet, you are to be treated like you are precious and rare every day of your life, not every so often, not when they feel like it or when they’ve had a good day, but every single day. And to accept anything less is a terrible injustice to yourself.




Anonymous asked: How do you do your whole "messy but sexy look"? I love your hair and it looks like it's unbrushed and crazy and I was wondering what product you put in it for it to look like that. You always look thrown together but in a stylish way.

It’s called I’m 25 and I’ve given up.

Anonymous asked: are you in love?

with pierogies, yes.

When it is
as nice as it is
outside,
it is hard to be
anything but
entirely alive
inside.




On sunny days
I spin my kaleidoscope —
one wheel changes colors,
the other shapes,
and I watch it all in front of my eyes
catching light and dancing,
every combination,
every hue,
it is all beautiful.

And I always regret never
telling you that
you were exactly
like my kaleidoscope,
you were beautiful
through and through,
no matter how the light hit you,
regardless if you were happy or sad,
you were innately beautiful.




Judging you as you walk by. Oscar has given out nothing over a 5. Twerk for us.

Judging you as you walk by. Oscar has given out nothing over a 5. Twerk for us.

It is a regular sunset, yes, it is the same sun being pulled from the sky that so many other people will see before their day ends, but it is a sunset with you. It is a daily occurrence, the sun swapping out with the moon, but today I see it with you. And you always tell me I’m wrong for putting so much meaning into everything, but you fail to notice how beautiful even the smallest moments are. These aren’t just sunsets, these are memories. And late at night when everyone slides easily off to sleep I will steal moments of time to think of how the sun turned your face the shade of grenadine before you kissed me. Because while I know it’s just a sunset, the ending of another day — simply a result of the Earth’s rotation, it is a sunset with you.





Hello, I am Lucy Quin. I am from Pittsburgh. I write things, you read them and that's all there is to it. Most writing on here is mine unless it's clearly reblogged. I will read anything you submit to me, within reason, so be my guest.

Email: QuinLucy@gmail.com
Twitter:lucy_quin