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Cosimo Galluzzi
macklin celebrini has autism
One Nice Bug Per Day
DEAR READER
occasionally subtle

#extradirty

if i look back, i am lost
Misplaced Lens Cap

oozey mess
we're not kids anymore.
Xuebing Du
Sweet Seals For You, Always

blake kathryn
Peter Solarz
TVSTRANGERTHINGS

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Goatsong Leila Chatti
Vintage Bee Necklace & Bracelet 18ct Yellow Gold on Silver, 1950s.
when u look at 2017 and think “oh that’s only like 3 years ago” and it’s actually 12,000 years ago and everything is gone and everyone you know has been reduced to ash and the world is completely different
okay
Andrew Garfield on losing his mother, The Believer
“I would die for my kids” your children want an apology
your made up scenario isn’t real (shocker) and makes no difference when your kids are starving for your acknowledgment of the pain you caused them. you’re only performing the role of a good parent, without having to actually do any heavy lifting
Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being (trans. Michael Henry Heim)
[Text ID: “If a mother was Sacrifice personified, then a daughter was Guilt, with no possibility of redress.”]
if you can’t fix it you’ve got to stand it being the last line of the brokeback mountain novella is so crazy it makes me feel like my guts are falling out. if you can’t fix it you’ve got to stand it. jesus fucking christ
god. god
Dear Mom,
It'll be two years since we lost you tomorrow, and our family still doesn't make sense without you. You were the glue and the love that held us together, and while we are still bonded through love it's not the same.
I miss our phone calls. The ones where I'd explain what was going on and you'd comfort or scold me, the times when I could call you and announce my joy over getting a new job or finding a good deal on clothes. The ones where we were finally both adults and friends, and you would confide in me and ask advice. I miss being able to call and ask stupid/basic cooking questions.
I miss the support you gave. How you would come all the way to my state and take care of me during and after any surgery I had. How we could complain about doctors. How you would mama-bear doctors for me when I was only 20 and needing a surgery they kept delaying.
I miss your hugs. I miss talking about travel and where we could go in the world. I miss what I had hoped would be the reality of celebrating my 30th and your 60th together in Hawaii, before you were too sick, before you had to let me down and make me realize you wouldn't reach your 60th.
I miss your final acceptance of my sexuality, of the gender that I wanted to marry. I miss the opportunity of having you at my wedding. Of having you watch me adopt children. Of being around until I was elderly too. I miss the things I never had.
But most of all, I miss that I had you.
With love,
Annie