- Bad morning made better by the weather
- Stuffed peppers, coffee, electric fans
- Relative’s place for bbq and chill time
- Watching the kids derp around the blow-up pool
- YOUNG JUSTICE AHHHH
- My 5 year old cousin bit my cheek (what)
- Bubble tea and wading on the beach at dusk
- Fire pit, wind, lawn chairs, talking business with the adults
- …First surprise birthday cake ever, and singing; even the kids were in on it
Best cry/ugly cry/ninja cry
Cousin blows out my candle
The “20” on the cake makes it feel official - Talk with Kim on the way home; catharsis
- Remember that people can be good, and that no matter how difficult a situation is, you can always think of something to smile about and be thankful for.
Thank you, everyone, for all your birthday wishes and gestures.
It was a pretty great birthday, and I have the people in my life to thank for that. I can’t really say anything else right now ‘cause I’m pretty full up on sushi and coffee (thanks Nikk), but I can very honestly, and sincerely say: thank you. I had almost forgotten that people can be kind at their core.
There’s a huge ass bug in my room, oh god.
Last night, I had a dream that we were called, “The Young Avengers”
TL;DR - my college trained telekinetics and other super powered kids, there was a huge battle in the city of Chicago because the BIG BADDIES of DC and Marvel joined with a mutating symbiote in order to start war and genocide.
All my friends had powers, and we were all badasses.
"aLet everything happen to you
Beauty and terror
Just keep going
No feeling is final."
Rainer Maria Rilke (via terramantra)
(Source: madaeli26, via chaosofthecosmos)
“Reach for the stars, and make me pull you back.”
"May you live all the days in your life."
Jonathan Swift
Goodbye, septum piercing as you are. I think I’m repiercing you today, to adjust the placement.
(January 25, 1938 – January 20, 2012)
Miss Etta James, your timeless voice carried over the years with a golden quality, teaching me classic love and a raspy blues throughout my life. You were the last of the living legends, and will be missed.
At last, you may rest in peace.
Cry Like A Rainy Day - Etta James (Love’s Been Rough On Me)
Future Pet Names
Lava, the Korat
Derp, the Scottish Fold
Vincent, the Sphynx (Russian Blue?)
Mizu, the Siamese
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Hyrule, the Husky
Loaf, the Shiba Inu/Boxer/Pug/Samoyed/SOMETHING
Singer Etta James released from hospital last Thursday
“James, 73, was hospitalized two weeks, battling the final stages of terminal leukemia and suffering from dementia…”
This really breaks my heart.
I’m never really good with goodbyes because I cry like an inconsolable, crippled baby, but I know that you were somewhere with me yesterday, lifting my recently sad spirit for a day, to avoid a goodbye. Maybe that’s why I felt better yesterday, with only pockets of sadness born from thought-provoking music.
You are, and always will be loved. Now, always missed.
May you rest in peace, Tito Chito.
“I’ll always remember him for that big, cheery voice and ready smile, and his morning visits to my dad. He will be missed.”
-My mom, speaking about him.
All the presents that I’ve bought for my friends and family are currently spilled across the floor. The wrapping paper I intend to use is propped up against our very pink Christmas tree, and the rolls of magic tape are somewhere in that cluster, too. Only the tree lights and the glow from my screen are outlining the boxes on the floor.
I feel Christmas for the first time in three years.
So many good things have been happening for the passed four days, that I’m starting to believe that I really can replace any horrible winter memories for these memories. And for that, too, I am thankful. I can’t clearly articulate myself, but I just want to sit here and absorb any last bits of positive energy that the world wants to offer me right now and breathe. Just breathe in and out, telling myself, yes, this is it. I’m absolutely content, and as perfect as I can be for this moment- I accept life.
Also, these earrings were given to me by my friend’s 12-year-old neighbor. He made them himself and gave a one pair to my roommate, and one pair to me.
“Merry Christmas.” He said.
I swear, I nearly cried because it was the sweetest and most sincere gesture I’ve ever received. And from someone I hardly knew, too! Then I gave him a big hug, trying to fight back tears.
I always forget how there’s still genuine kindness in the world. Nothing will top this present, ever.
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Also, I win for most awkward photo of all time.
Kim Jong-Il, Supreme Leader of North Korea, has died of a stroke at the age of 69. I have no kind words for this man (I don’t take well to dictatorships), so I’ll instead express my hope that North Korea will endure the chaos of his death and emerge a stronger, united nation for it.