Latoya Pantle

“And then there stole into my fancy, like a rich musical note, the thought of what sweet rest there must be in the grave.”
― Edgar Allan Poe, The Pit and the Pendulum

“I must think about something else for a while. But then I remember his warn arms and his big strong legs touching mine and how hard and wide his chest was and how hot his kiss was, and I got outside and feed the chickens. They are getting mighty fat.”
― Nancy E. Turner, These Is My Words: The Diary of Sarah Agnes Prine, 1881-1901

“You’re lucky to have that face. But it doesn’t make you happy.”
― M S M Barkawitz, Feeling Lucky

“I feel like a violet standing alone in a vast meadow. When a cool, gentle breeze blows, I feel peaceful. If the wind turns strong and hot from the south, I plot suicide.”
― Larry Godwin, Transcending Depression: Quest Without a Compass