The good folks at Buzzfeed asked me to write a bunch of break-up texts between various literary figures (as this is part of my house of wheel) when I was in the office yesterday, and I have obliged. It was very fun, even though my hand hurt after writing roughly four sentences in pen, because I have lost the skill of writing things out by hand entirely. ZELDA MY LIGHT MY LOVE MY OWN…
Previously: Anne of Avonlea. She’s in college now. She has weird-ass friends. This post was brought to you by A Misandrist.
"We are going for a walk in the park. I ought to stay in and finish my blouse. But I couldn't sew on a day like this. There's something in the air that gets into my blood and makes a sort of glory in my soul. My fingers
Previously: Anne of Green Gables. She's a little older now, and responsible for teaching a classroom of small children, but it hasn't helped much.
"It was full of little children and laughter and songs; and now it is empty, and nothing ever wanders through it but the wind. How lonely and sorrowful it must feel! Perhaps they all come back on moonlit nights...the ghosts of the little children of