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There is no peace, I’m sorry to say. We find it. We lose it. We find it again. We lose it again.
Kurt Vonnegut, Slapstick (via a-pale-fire)
Same Look
It shouldn’t be painful to be someone’s friend
It shouldn’t be painful to be someone’s friend
It shouldn’t be painful to be someone’s friend
Reminder: There is no strength to be found in pursuing sickness. The real strength lies in the healing, the nourishing, the revival.
Not every day has to “count.” Some days, your purpose is to make it to the next one. That counts too.
Damn I needed this today.
Me too, thank you.
I may be quiet, but I have so much on my mind.
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A Letter to My Cat: What I Wish You Knew Before You Left Us
Dear Rosie,
I remember the day we first brought you home from the shelter. I was 5 years old and extremely overjoyed by the fact my parents actually let me get a cat. Upon arrival, you were scared and you immediately ran to hide behind the living room couch. I know you were probably overwhelmed and confused but I’m so glad you warmed up to us. I remember showing you all the different parts of the house so you could explore and find cool places to hide or nap. I was especially excited to show you my room because I wanted to sleep with you every night. However, my mom wouldn’t let that happen (at least, at first). For around the first year or so, I remember you had to sleep in the laundry room at night and we’d let you out in the morning. I would always sneak in there with you and get a little play time before going to bed myself. In the morning before school, I would hear your wails and rush to the door so I could let you out and pet you. I remember sitting down on the ground turned away from you and saying “where’d the Rosie go?” then you’d come around to the front and brush up against my legs. Those moments were a great start to my day.
I remember in your younger days you were so playful and you actually liked to play with toys. You loved (or hated) Mr. caterpillar and you would always try to rough him up. I remember training you to do tricks like a dog because I heard people say cats aren’t smart or they’re lazy. But you could do so many tricks! You could sit, lay down, high five, and shake hands. You were so smart, Posie girl.
As the years passed by, you mellowed out and became a really good napper/cuddler. I’ll never forget the feel of your fur, your big green eyes, or the sound of your purr. I’ll miss your head buts and your rough tongue kisses terribly. I’ll miss waking up to your sweet little paws in the morning and smothering you in kisses.
However, I know you’re in a better place now and your suffering has come to an end. Please know that you have been so loved by me and the rest of the family so much. We all miss you.
Love, Allyson
You never get over it. But you get to where it doesn’t bother you so much.
Jeffrey Eugenides, The Virgin Suicides (via thelovejournals)
I’m antisocial, yet social. I don’t talk to people first, but when someone talks to me first I’m up for talking to them. Some days I’ll be really talkative and friendly and other days I’m just in my shell like nah today ain’t the day for socializing.