How do you pick up the threads of an old life? How do you go on, when in your heart, you begin to understand, there is no going back? There are some things that time cannot mend.
No one ever told me that grief felt so much like fear. I am not afraid, but the sensation is like being afraid. The same fluttering in the stomach, the same restlessness, the yawning. I keep on swallowing.
Unknown contortionist woman, c. 1940s-1950s (by Leslie Jones, via)
"Draw me like Mrs. Robinson…"
Photo via Amazing Creatures
these are my kittens, yes they meow weird, but they are mine. i found them all on my own. they are my ohana. back the fuck off camera.
have i already posted this?
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