Can't sleep. Tumblr finished. Facebook boring. Boyfriend asleep in same room so can't listen to music or watch anything with sound. Ended up here. These are just the ones I can remember.

1. ABUELA by Arthur Dorros,
2. ALEXANDER AND THE TERRIBLE, HORRIBLE, NO GOOD, VERY BAD DAY by Judith Viorst
3. ANANSI AND THE MOSS-COVERED ROCK by Eric A. Kimmel (not ( Read more... )

The last three times
I’ve seen you
I’ve hurt myself
getting
to you.

1
I fell down the stairs
running to reach you
standing, smiling, in the doorway.

2
I hit my head on the car ceiling
bouncing out
to hug you on the dock.

3
We tumbled to the grass
when I leaped so suddenly
into your arms.

I can honestly say that, these days, I never forget how blessed my life is. And that, I guess, is how I know I am happy with my life ( Read more... )

People never ask you if you still care. They just tell you - stories, anecdotes, milestones achieved. They don't ask if how you felt about this person to begin with, if you loved them or not, if you even cared about them or not. They hear you used to know them and they assume - they assume you want to know all about them ( Read more... )

Something has shifted. A week ago I couldn't visualize a day-to-day life I both wanted to live and thought possible. Today, I have this image in my head - not just of me being happy with my life, but actual actions I'd be doing: getting a degree in graphics, working at PSF, going to therapy a lot. I know, I know, I know I want to do graphics...what ( Read more... )

I have woken up more depressed than I've been in years. I feel like the more I tell myself it's safe to be present, the more I lose my coping mechanisms. What ever happened to being so distant from life that I could get through the day?

This morning I came back from my 8am therapy appointment and went back to sleep. I woke up around 10 but my head wouldn't wake up so I decided to skip my 11am class (I never do this). I then proceeded to have two hours of no-rest sleep with the most vivid images, one after another. The one I remember the best was looking across the plaza of a ( Read more... )

It has long been believed that newts are not inherently social animals, but recent developments in one newt's life suggest that they might not just be social creatures, but enjoy their social interactions, the Newtian Gazette reported Wednesday.

Do you feel different from the rest of the world? Do you know anyone who doesn't? Do you think some people really are "different"?

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