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“Nice of you to finally join us, but sadly, the fun’s already over.”
“Do I look sad, lounging back in this velvet chair in a robe with a wine glass full of juice in my hand? No. I am living life, my friend.”
“Who said I need a map to find the treasure?”
“I was hoping it’d work out, but eh, that’s life.”
“Who needs matching socks when you have all these options?”
“You’re not doing your best as a villain and sooner or later, someone’s going to notice.”
I promise
There's more than this
Sinkholes and peach pits
Somewhere there's a fruit stand
Waiting in the open
Tucked away from the city
There's an orchard in the distance
Where little pinkish orange stars grow
Where the sunshine is immaculate
The juice dribbles down your chin
Tasting of September and seraphim
And the seeds we've buried will grow sweet as raspberries
As long as we tend to them carefully
Tomorrow could be more beautiful than ever
i hope that one day i will finally be ok….i’ll make a cherry pie when it is all over
today is the day
reblog the cherry pie to be ok
I need this.
Reblogged last year, hoping it comes this year
writing tip #3067:
a “slow burn” is when you accidentally purchase a 3 metre long candle from amazon dot com
john mulaney has checked into rehab. here’s what we are going to do:
• support him
• wish him well
• respect his privacy
here’s what we are NOT going to do
• make jokes because addiction is not funny
• speculate anything about his marriage or personal life
• attack those in his personal life (*ahem, leave anna alone. don’t go asking pete davidson for details. none of that)
addiction is a serious disease, and while this news may be troubling, i am so proud of him for seeking help. you can too.
John Mulaney checking himself into rehab after 15 years of sobriety is another depressing piece of news in the long list of them in 2020. Wishing him a speedy recovery after his relapse. This year has been a tough year for everyone for so many reasons that none of us were prepared for. Please check in with your loved ones.
The refreshing rain will surely be a cold one
Renewal will come
As the times change
The tide will come in
Again
After it goes out
We will stand side by side
Watching
Feeding gulls off the seawall
Together
We will be what we're about
Finally
Different
Joyously
Rapturous
As if our past selves were forgiven
Saved up in heaven
As if we could start living
Easy now
Light as the seafoam
Soft as the curious wind
Like sylphs playing volleyball
There is laughter in the chaos
There is sand in our socks
Telling us to wear our flip-flops
Start over
Water bottles healing like Jesus in the streets
Bathing our weary feet
Not thinking of the drive home
Not thinking much of anything
Besides how lucky I am
To be reborn with you
My crybaby prince
My miracle
I hope that every return brings me back to you
Because I want the last words I ever write to be loving
Deeply and profoundly
Personal enough that you can feel my heartbeat
Pressed against your ear
Like a private ocean
Heaving sighs
Gently
For you
cannot stand the fact that there are people out there who i love that i don’t even say happy birthday to anymore! there are people living and exsist in this world who i knew better than anyone...and i don’t know how their pets are, i don’t know if they still argue with their father anymore. there are people who i love and will continue to love who live on without me. and maybe i’m a passing thought in their mind but do they know that i love them? that i loved them? that i miss the smell of their house? that i forgot what color their bedroom walls were. that i miss the sound of their mother working in her home office...do they know that my loves spreads endlessly? do they know?!!!!!!!
Prompt: Take a show you enjoyed, and write your perfect ending to it.
After the funeral, she kept the flowers until long after they'd shrivelled and died. She supposed there was a metaphor somewhere in there.
So I'll cut to the chase on this since a lot of people are dying, drowning, and screaming for help in Cagayan and Isabela, Philippines. A lot of them have also been stranded and are standing on their rooftops as we speak.
I'm here to post a collection of donation drives that I've gathered online. If we can't help them physically, we can at least make sure they have monetary assistance, food and clothing once they're evacuated.
This is how Cagayan looks, from recent photos (not mine)
TW: screams and shouts for help
HOW TO HELP
DONATION DRIVES
Please feel free to add on this post for any other ways to help.
For context:
The Philippines has been hit by three consecutive typhoons this month alone: Quinta, Rolly (Goni internationally) and Ulysses. It's been hitting nearly the same areas, which has made them even more vulnerable now that they're still recovering from the previous typhoons. Our mountain ranges couldn't shield us from this due to heavy quarrying and deforestation.
That said, these aren't the only places in need of assistance. But these are the places in urgent need of help. And we're trying to do as best as we can with what little we have.
I'll update this post from time to time for full transparency.
[November 14, 2020 3:13 AM GMT+8]
And there are moments, when the moon hangs high in the sky. When her body aches from craving the things she can't have. In those moments, she thanks the past for its struggles.
When I was a kid, my mother taught me that the dead would steal your breath away. I thought they deserved one last breath, to tell a loved one goodbye or one last laugh. So I used to breathe extra hard next to cemeteries. Prompt: write a story about a life lesson you learned a little differently than you were meant to.
