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I read once that the ancient Egyptians had fifty words for sand & the Eskimos had a hundred words for snow. I wish I had a thousand words for love, but all that comes to mind is the way you move against me while you sleep & there are no words for that.

Brian Andreas (via quotemadness)

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And silence, like darkness, can be kind; it, too, is a language.

Hanif Kureishi (via quotemadness)

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I BET THAT IF TWO KIDS LIVED IN THOSE TWO HOUSES THAT THEY WOULD COME OUT ON THEIR ALMOST CONJOINING ROOFS OUTSIDE THEIR BEDROOM WINDOWS AND TALK AND BE BEST FRIENDS AND FALL IN LOVE.

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I will not write fluff to that. I won’t. No.

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LUCY I FOUND IT

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But what if instead of two kids, it was, say, a kid and an old woman? And at first they just ignore each other and keep their blinds down and curtains shut, but then the kid climbs out onto the roof one spring morning to get a frisbee and she’s got the window open bc it’s so nice out and she tells him to cut that out, it’s not a jungle gym and maybe the kid shows off a bit and nearly falls, and the old woman catches his arm…. anyway, so sometimes they leave the windows open and the kid’ll show off his comic books or asks what rhymes with ‘beautiful’ (and it’s totally for homework shut up), and the old woman tells him about all the protests and marches she took part in, and asks him the name of that one cute pop star (it’s absolutely for her crossword now shush). And the old woman gives the kid relationship advice, and doesn’t tell when he tries a bit too much of his parents’ liquor cabinet one time, and the kid comes over and shows her how to use the smartphone her daughter bought for her, and doesn’t tell when she sneaks a cigarrette out of said daughter’s bag. And when the weather’s too bad to open the windows, they tape silly pictures or notes to the glass for the other to see (the kid makes sure to make his extra big so she doesn’t have to admit her eyeight isn’t what it used to be), and when it is nice the kid will sneak over and leave seashells on her windowsill, because the old woman said once she misses the sea, but she can’t travel like she used to. And one day he peeks in her window and sees her on the floor, and calls 911 and basically saves her life because she had a stroke and nobody would’ve known in time otherwise. And when she finally gets back from the hospital, just for a while because her daughter’s talking about a retirement home where she’ll have plenty of medical care and lots of friends her age, the kid comes through the window and then pulls another kid through the window who he introduces as his boyfriend, and says he wanted her to meet him. And she sniffs and interrogates the boyfriend in proper elderly relative fashion, and then declares him worthy of her boy– barely. And when she finally does have to go to that retirement home, the kid still comes to visit her, and always leaves seashells on the windowsill.

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I haven’t seen this post in years…

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I’m not crying you are

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I GENUINELY NEVER THOUGHT I’D SEE THIS POST AGAIN I’M SO GLAD IT’S BACK

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And when the old woman finally passes away in a decade later, there’s a small family of two men with a set of adorable twin girls at the funeral. The old woman’s family is baffled accept her daughter, who got to watch her mother smile and laugh with these boys even when she could barely see them most of the time, and when the old woman finally had the second stroke they knew was coming, she held them both while they cried because they weren’t recognized anymore. The boys were crying now too, but they weren’t sad. The old lady was happy now, they kept telling her, she wouldn’t be in pain anymore. The daughter cried with them.

Over the years, the old woman’s family gradually stopped bringing flowers to her grave, and it would seem she had been forgotten. Except for one thing.

There were always seashells on her headstone.