If you’ve been up all night and cried till you have no more tears left in you -...– C.S. Lewis, The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe (via calmitate)
Dorothy Parker is my spirit animal:
I like to have a martini Two at the very most. Three, I’m under the table Four, I’m under the host.
A few highlights from my twenty-first birthday
Though I spent most of the day writing a paper, it was proven, again, that I’m surrounded by lovely people. I’m disabled, so my car is constantly parked by whatever building I am in. I gimpedout after classes, opened up my car, and found a huge bouquet of sunflowers waiting for me. Stefan found a time where I would be in class, managed somehow to get a set of my keys, and left the...
Teaching was rough today. One of my favorite girls walked in and apologized for missing Tuesday’s session. She couldn’t be there, she explained, because she had been called to court to testify against her father. He’d tried to murder her mother a few weeks ago. And she said it like it wasn’t a big deal, like it was nothing unusual. I think she’s still processing...
I will write in words of fire. I will write them on your skin. I will write...– Neil Gaiman
Love is terribly weird. I love Stefan now more than I ever did while we were dating. It’s a deeper love. It’s a more informed love. It’s grateful and caring and kind. It’s soft and sometimes maddening. It’s comfortable and worn in. It reflects our flaws and our shared secrets, not all of which are good. I’m not in love with him, though. And I know he...
Starting to lose some hair. It’s probably not noticeable, since my hair’s so short and thick-ish to begin with. But, still. FUCK.
A short public service announcement:
Concussions suck. I mean, really, really suck. I hit my head on Saturday. Was pretty sure it was a concussion, but decided to sleep it off- after three ER visits for other concussions, I know that, if it’s not lifethreatening, all they can do is document it and send you home. Sunday it started getting bad. Scary, can’t open my eyes bad. ER time, then. Some fairly significant...
Time Coughs When You Would Kiss...
fishingboatproceeds: On the incorrectness of forever… As I Walked Out One Evening by W. H. Auden As I walked out one evening, Walking down Bristol Street, The crowds upon the pavement Were fields of harvest wheat. And down by the brimming river I heard a lover sing Under an arch of the railway: ”Love has no ending. “I’ll love you, dear, I’ll love you Till China and Africa meet, And...
I write to give myself strength. I write to be the characters that I am not. I...– Joss Whedon (via amandaonwriting)
Reason #7,328 why Stefan and I are best friends
Stefan: Let’s do breakfast. An hour later: Challah french toast, stuffed with vanilla cream cheese, topped with homemade strawberry syrup and fresh whipped cream. Plus, espresso, orange juice, and sausage. Suck it, Village Deli. So, so, full and happy.