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I was just informed that I have a bigger word count to my fics than The Great Gatsby... My ego has been elevated and I shall be bragging about this for days to come. Thank you
"Never Enough Words" by Jack Hammond Jr.
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Never Enough Words Jack Hammond Jr.Independently Published (2024)ISBN: 979-8340234841Reviewed by Amanda Caswell for Reader Views (11/2024) Jack Hammond Jr.’s “Never Enough Words” digs deep into the lives of ordinary people struggling with the extraordinary weight of history, personal traumas, and the shifting societal landscapes of the American South. Readers should understand that this is…
You want an essay about your kindness? About how you made my heart sing for two years? I tried. But some crimes outweigh love.
Answer all mentioned about family
family in general: there are so many things to say about family in general. i'll start with the usual, family is not defined by blood. we have our biological families and the families we choose for ourselves, and they are equally important. how people define "family" is a very personal and individually varied thing. some people's biological families are abusive or absent, and they have to make their own families. your family are the people who fill your heart, the people you feel you can't live without. whether those people happen to be related to you by blood is not necessarily relevant, and that's something a lot of people need to realize. it's just really important for people to remember to value outwardly the people, whomever those people may be, they call family. let the people you love know you love them.
do i want a family when i get older: i do. i roll my eyes at myself for this sometimes, but i want all of the classic (at least semi) traditional things. (once i've had my wild youth and done my wandering) i want to get married and have kids and a cat.
family in orphan black: I CANNOT BEGIN to tackle the topic of family on orphan black there are so many important familial relationships sarah/felix sarah/kira sarah/mrs. s felix/mrs. s felix/kira kira/mrs.s sarah/alison sarah/cosima alison/oscar/gemma sarah/cal kira/cal alison/beth (don't fight me) rachel/ethan HELENA/SARAH okay one of the best things about orphan black is that all of the most important relationships are not romantic, they're literally all familial. it's all about the building and destruction of trust between the clones, siblings, parental figures and children. the things that drives these characters in all of these relationships is their desire for stability within these relationships.
my family: is like every other family, i'd say. i've got an older sister, mom and dad, a lot of aunts, uncles, and cousins on both sides, three grandparents. the family member i'm closest to is my sister. she's almost six years older than me, but we're still tight. i'll deny to her face every time, but i definitely model myself after her to an extent. she has a ridiculous, dumb, poop-jokes-and-funny-voices sense of humor. of my immediate family, she was definitely (still is) the coolest when i came out, which is interesting, because she was the one i was most nervous to tell. i'm sure it's because she's so important to me, and even though i knew she'd be great about it, the idea of like but what if she isn't great she's basically the most important person in my life but then i did and she was awesome and that's kind of the end of that.
I walk in the wake of words, treading lightly on their spines and over spaces. Yet sometimes you catch me there, in the gaps between words, and you hold my breath - and my love - in your hands. “You mean the world to me,” I said. “You are my world,” you replied. And then there’s nothing left to say. So we smiled.