Sun, 27th May — 601 notes
A part of me shatters when I part ways with my sister.
Mon, 21st May — 0 notes
it was the first time I translated this story to be about mental health among adolescents.
Where the Wild Things Are (2009)
people can say, “well, it’s a made up holiday” …blah-blah….the reality is that culture is based on meaning and i’ve grown up with that meaning… mother’s day depresses me. i don’t have one of my own and i will never be one. i wish i had one and i would love to be one.
Sun, 13th May — 0 notes
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Tue, 8th May — 608 notes
For the survivor who chooses to testify, it is clear: his duty is to bear witness for the dead and for the living. He has no right to deprive future generations of a past that belongs to our collective memory. To forget would be not only dangerous but offensive; to forget the dead would be akin to killing them a second time.
— Elie Wiesel, Night (via bookmania)
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Wed, 2nd May — 1,109 notes
Remember that at any given moment there are a thousand things you can love.
— David Levithan, The Realm of Possibility (via bookmania)
despite my allergies, it’s been a super week with the Englishman home. -love-love-love
Thu, 19th Apr — 0 notes
the Englishman has been away overseas with Hawk for nearly 2 weeks. it has been terrible. well, not terrible, devastating, just missing him terribly. Both of them actually. Before he left I thought it would be an opportunity to have some alone time. I thought i’d catch up on some workaholism, but I did nothing. well not totally nothing. i watched a lot episodes of Ally McBeal and have done some writing. i didn’t work very much. I just stared into space. i suppose i was depressed. Englishman is my fuel. My trimming on my tree, the cream in my coffee. Life just seemed so plane with out him. i miss his laugh. i miss his embrace. i miss his humor. i want him home. Please.
Sat, 14th Apr — 0 notes
