>> the_story_of_a_biologist
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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EXPECTATIONS

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I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
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Sweet Seals For You, Always
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>> the_story_of_a_biologist
I want to kill myself
Because everything I do is wrong. Again.
I can't do anything right apparently.
And I'm alone completely.
The woman whom was always a fill in for extended family, courageous, independent, she was a second mother to me in so many ways. I admired her for so many qualities. I regret, for two days I thought that I should go visit her. That I should see her, spend some time with her. Justin said he'd spent the last few days with her after koltons death.
This woman passed away unexpectedly yesterday. I found out from her son. Her other son had passed away suddenly in a crash almost a week from today.
This hurts. I know she died in the most peaceful way possible. But I am so numb right now for you, attending the arrangements was the hardest thing I've done in a long time. Every day can be hard getting up and operating...that was the hardest thing I've done in a long time.
I miss you. This is grief.
“You are not helpless. You are not heartless. And you have time.”
— Toni Morrison, The Source of Self-Regard (via queengreendown)
The perfect night
I’m slowly learning that some people aren’t good for me, no matter how much I love them.
WorkingWomen.com (via onlinecounsellingcollege)
I kneel into a dream where I am good & loved. I am good. I am loved. My hands have made some good mistakes. They can always make better ones.
Natalie Wee, “Least of All,” Our Bodies & Other Fine Machines (Amazon / Goodreads)
US Christian group condemns Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett’s story as ‘making satanism appear normal’ – but petition wrong company
I am not making this up.
Charles Bukowski, “The Bluebird”
Road worn fender guitars and basses.
Ocala Springs, Florida. Where the water is bluer than the sky.