My Starry Life

I'm Anne, I'm an English major, I like things.

[unaffect-deactivated20180812]

good morning but at what cost

[thegoodvybe]

[mystarrylife]

The sea, the sea, like your breath at night rising, falling, and rising again reminding you what’s lost comes back again -- Someday the dead will wash up on this shore, gleaming pearlescent through every crack. That boy ripped from his father’s arms and thrown to the waves, the women gassed in the showers, with shaved heads and convex ribs, that child, just a thought and a cluster of cells in the dark,

Your heart, dying a thousand times with every bullet striking flesh. Someday, someday, we’ll wake up in the golden hour, breathe the salt air, and call a better land home.

[mystarrylife]

it was this time that year when it started - the walks, the handholding, the giddy feeling always in my chest

when the words of every love song made sense, because yes, it really does feel like magic.

tomorrow i will cover a criminal sentencing for second degree murder and accessory after the fact. freddie didn’t shoot kello, but he drove dwayne to that dark part of the road. he’ll only spend 10 years in the department of corrections, if all goes as planned.

this is my life now.

when i met you, i was afraid of making phone calls.

i’d never seen a murder trial, or read a police report that made my skin crawl.

i’m not saying i’m some hot shot journalist, because i’m not. i still sometimes cry thinking of you.

but i’m someone else now. and i’m not sure how to feel.

[sweetoothgirl]

Cherry Chip Cake

[babyanimalposts]

[thatsthat24]

HOW DO I ORDER ONE

[danielodowd-deactivated20170124]

[word-stuck]

[allthingseurope]

Bled, Slovenia (by Kerry Bellerose)

[ommanyte]

yo what are you always so stressed about?

me:

[mystarrylife]

I restrained myself to writing only well-wishes on your birthday card.

This isn’t about me, how this day last year was my very first kiss.

This isn’t about waking up on a Saturday for breakfast, T.S. Eliot, the sound of your heartbeat.

This isn’t about my heart on the ground.

This is about you. Happy birthday.

[yaboyfrankdesu]

[contrariansoul-deactivated20180]

When we feel lonely we keep looking for a person or persons who can take our loneliness away. Our lonely hearts cry out, “Please hold me, touch me, speak to me, pay attention to me.” But soon we discover that the person we expect to take our loneliness away cannot give us what we ask for. Often that person feels oppressed by our demands and runs away, leaving us in despair. As long as we approach another person from our loneliness, no mature human relationship can develop. Clinging to one another in loneliness is suffocating and eventually becomes destructive. For love to be possible we need the courage to create space between us and to trust that this space allows us to dance together.

Henri Nouwen (via contrariansoul)

[justbadpuns]

The rotation of Earth really makes my day

[mystarrylife]

Even if these stars burn out, leaving me with nothing at all to sing about,

Even if my whole life, I never find a place where I belong,

You are still my song

[mystarrylife]

Oh AND Lemony Snicket. Lemony Snicket is like what I care about the most.

“But the sad truth is that the truth is sad, and that what you want does not matter. A series of unfortunate events can happen to anyone, no matter what they want.” 

I feel you, man. 

[mystarrylife]

being single has reminded me what i really care about in life

- lipstick

- painting ma nails

- maybe nothing at all cause life is empty and cold