I know how tall she is without her platform shoes.

[socalledhipster]

I sit at my desk, thoroughly exhausted, trying to assess our furniture needs for the new house. My brain is short-circuited. Monday night, I nearly lost 96 pages of writing and my solution to that was to yell at Steve for trying to save my corrupted disk. Because, obviously, that’s what one would do in that situation. Being that so much is about to

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[luxorna]

Tears silently streamed down my face as I watched the ending. It really couldn't have ended any other way- I think it was So perfect. Right now, remembering Claire's house covered in her photography as she was lieing blind in her death bed, I am crying all over again.

I'm oddly comforted by the idea that we all have a hand in our death. I just used it as a retort to my dad's insistence that I stay away from roller derby b/c of the threat of breaking myself. I'd rather get hurt doing something I love rather than play it safe and have a boring existence.

When I was a young girl, I hoped to die in battle, fighting for something I believed in (at the time it was my country). I told this to my best friend and she made fun of me to anyone who would listen. May she burn in hell.

I still have the same hope (as I sit here in my "Die Screaming" shirt)...