Amen to this!
Amen to this!
How can I say, let there be night
how can I say any thing?
You laugh, that I talk a lot,
but no, my mouth dreams
touching blank earth
marking it for a running fire,
a runway of sketches, without
wings, words in sight.
—Geoffrey H. Hartman, from “Words”
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Great Moments in Freeze Frame #355—Daria
Aladdin Sane on Daria!
Cory and Jeremy nailed the perfect Halloween costume for their little one.
Parenting, you’re doing it right.
I’m not a cryer. I try to stay optimistic always, & rarely cry (I’d rather get really angry/bottle stuff up than cry).
I also stay in good shape, health-wise & rarely fall sick (I’m 20 & have never been admitted to a hospital). I definitely have my mom to thank you this, she’s a nurse so she’s able to treat me well at home.
The rare occasions that I do fall sick, I get incredibly cranky. Like seriously, even the slightest random thing makes me cry like a baby.
I’ve been sick now for the last three days (possibly dengue, we’re waiting on test results) & despite feeling like hell, I’ve managed to stay cheerful by singing to myself, playing computer games, & watching comedy sitcoms.
Today I told my mom that I feel very very depressed for no apparent reason when I’m sick. And she called me a ‘psychiatric case’. How can she be so insensitive? I feel like I had to write this down to get it out of my system. And as I started to type this, I’m also crying my eyes out. She’s in the same room as me now, talking on the phone to someone. I’m sure the moment she gets off the call she’s going to insult me again. But just writing this made me feel a lot better.