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humansofnewyork:

"My brother was killed when I was 13. There had been a fight at a nightclub, and my brother was not involved, but he was shot in the head as he tried to run away. He was very popular in my town, so there were many reporters and friends outside the hospital when I got there. When I walked in my mother was sitting in a chair, crying. She wouldn’t even look at me. She wouldn’t speak to me. Not only did I lose my brother that day, but I lost my mother too. Life from then on was about her suffering. She stayed home all day, she cried, she didn’t pay much attention to us. Nothing was allowed to be more important than her suffering. Nobody else was allowed to have important problems. Her pain had to be worse than everyone else’s. She preferred it that way."

humansofnewyork:

"My brother was killed when I was 13. There had been a fight at a nightclub, and my brother was not involved, but he was shot in the head as he tried to run away. He was very popular in my town, so there were many reporters and friends outside the hospital when I got there. When I walked in my mother was sitting in a chair, crying. She wouldn’t even look at me. She wouldn’t speak to me. Not only did I lose my brother that day, but I lost my mother too. Life from then on was about her suffering. She stayed home all day, she cried, she didn’t pay much attention to us. Nothing was allowed to be more important than her suffering. Nobody else was allowed to have important problems. Her pain had to be worse than everyone else’s. She preferred it that way."

fer1972:

Today’s Classic: The Art of Impossible of M.C. Escher (1898-1972)

Stars are not small or gentle.
They are writhing and dying and burning.
They are not here to be pretty.
I am trying to learn from them.

Caitlyn Siehl, “Sky Poem” (via chocolatefrogs)

from my book, which can be purchased here:
http://wordsdance.com/what-we-buried/

(via alonesomes)

(via warofthefoxes)

unlucky-artist:

Maybe the best sarcastic conversation in tv history 

(via lacigreen)

jtotheizzoe:

missbonniebunny:

hellish-deer:

ceruleanpineapple:

spiders.

they’re like tiny 8-legged cats
how can anyone hate them

Look at these nerds.

Arachnerds, indeed.

Don’t fear the spiders!

humansofnewyork:

"My brother was killed when I was 13. There had been a fight at a nightclub, and my brother was not involved, but he was shot in the head as he tried to run away. He was very popular in my town, so there were many reporters and friends outside the hospital when I got there. When I walked in my mother was sitting in a chair, crying. She wouldn’t even look at me. She wouldn’t speak to me. Not only did I lose my brother that day, but I lost my mother too. Life from then on was about her suffering. She stayed home all day, she cried, she didn’t pay much attention to us. Nothing was allowed to be more important than her suffering. Nobody else was allowed to have important problems. Her pain had to be worse than everyone else’s. She preferred it that way."

humansofnewyork:

"My brother was killed when I was 13. There had been a fight at a nightclub, and my brother was not involved, but he was shot in the head as he tried to run away. He was very popular in my town, so there were many reporters and friends outside the hospital when I got there. When I walked in my mother was sitting in a chair, crying. She wouldn’t even look at me. She wouldn’t speak to me. Not only did I lose my brother that day, but I lost my mother too. Life from then on was about her suffering. She stayed home all day, she cried, she didn’t pay much attention to us. Nothing was allowed to be more important than her suffering. Nobody else was allowed to have important problems. Her pain had to be worse than everyone else’s. She preferred it that way."

fer1972:

Today’s Classic: The Art of Impossible of M.C. Escher (1898-1972)

Stars are not small or gentle.
They are writhing and dying and burning.
They are not here to be pretty.
I am trying to learn from them.

Caitlyn Siehl, “Sky Poem” (via chocolatefrogs)

from my book, which can be purchased here:
http://wordsdance.com/what-we-buried/

(via alonesomes)

(via warofthefoxes)

unlucky-artist:

Maybe the best sarcastic conversation in tv history 

(via lacigreen)

jtotheizzoe:

missbonniebunny:

hellish-deer:

ceruleanpineapple:

spiders.

they’re like tiny 8-legged cats
how can anyone hate them

Look at these nerds.

Arachnerds, indeed.

Don’t fear the spiders!

I feel like most of my life choices can be summed up with this gif:
"Stars are not small or gentle.
They are writhing and dying and burning.
They are not here to be pretty.
I am trying to learn from them."

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