Hold a balloon. Don't think about how you are one year closer to death. Keep holding the balloon. Eyes on that balloon. Let go of the balloon. Watch it disappear slowly, rising like a soul into the abyss -- as you never will, because you are an atheist.
Rebecca
is a book about a young woman who is too frightened to ask her husband a question or even have a first name. She spends the entire novel very nearly having tea, then thinking better of it.
Only the first Mrs. de Winter deserved to have tea.
Hair falling over someone's eyes
Garden-variety cruelty
Someone who regularly stays up too late and acts tired and withdrawn during the day as a result
When you’ve written to your representative and carved some money from the grocery budget for UNICEF, but your heart still feels like one big bruise, where’s a soul to turn for respite? I would like to share an unlikely source of peace and hope with you.
No, it is not a religion. Well, not yet. It is the Penzeys Spices catalog.
"As a society, it’s time we woke up from our collective illusion that autism is a puzzle that’s going to be solved by a medical breakthrough that’s perpetually just around the corner. Autistic people have been here for millennia, but it’s only in the last few years that we’ve been able to see them clearly. Now we have the opportunity to focus our resources on giving them what they need."
They asked me what it was like to be a freelance writer, and I asked them what it was like to start a college. Not everyone at the table was involved with Outer Coast, but a few of them were part of the planning team. They were all planning other things, too; that night the room was full of plans, with me as a reminder that plans can take you somewhere unexpected.
Babe it's honestly the fact that you don't ever expect me to visit you
that makes me feel so comfortable around you
like so comfortable I just leave my stuff indefinitely at your house
because you're not interested in shackling me with rules and contracts like
"can you come get your stuff"
"Glen your stuff is always at my house but you never visit"
This grant will allow me to develop and sustain a chill environment, and acquire the proper observational tools to record my findings over a six month period.
i don't know what you mean, Charles that is the door well it looks a hell of a lot like a window to me darling i'm so sorry but if that won't open i'm afraid there's no other way to get inside i came an awfully long way to see you ahh i know it's so terrible but nothing i can do about how windows are made…
Even if you’re not afflicted with Must Always Make Everyone Like Me Syndrome (which I definitely suffer from), anyone trying to move forward in their career is going to feel a certain pressure to agreeably take on as much work as they’re capable of doing. The line between “happy to help out” and “being a doormat” is often both fine and blurry.
