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Maybe I’m too young to keep good love from going wrong
Up on Soft Floors tomorrow.
(Posting because people are worried that I am dying.)
Lego died today. He caught a cold and expired as we were watching the hostage situation on TV. Manny helped me dig him a grave in the garden. It’s a good thing it rained so hard because the ground was soft and we didn’t have much to dig with other than our hands and the occasional baking instrument.
My bunny. I know that on the scale of appropriate grief, Lego’s a speck compared to what happened today, but I can’t stop crying
"And she: “Don’t you think love should be an absolute dedication, a renunciation of self?”
There she was in the field, lovely as ever, and the coldness just touching her features and the haughtiness of her bearing would have dissolved at a touch, and he would have had her in his arms again… Anything would have been all right for Cosimo to say, anything to show he was ready to give in: “Tell me what you want me to do, I’m ready” — and once more there would have been happiness for him, happiness without a cloud. But he said: “There can be no love if one does not remain oneself with all one’s strength.”
Viola shrugged in irritation, which was also a shrug of weariness. And yet she could have understood him still, as in fact she did understand him then and had on the tip of her tongue the words, “You are as I want you,” and she would be back with him again… She bit her lip. And said: “Be yourself by yourself, then.”
“But being myself then has no sense.” That is what Cosimo wanted to say. Instead of which he said: “If you prefer those vermin…”
“I will not allow you to despise my friends!” she shouted, still thinking: All that matters to me is you, and it is only for you that I do all I do!"
There she was in the field, lovely as ever, and the coldness just touching her features and the haughtiness of her bearing would have dissolved at a touch, and he would have had her in his arms again… Anything would have been all right for Cosimo to say, anything to show he was ready to give in: “Tell me what you want me to do, I’m ready” — and once more there would have been happiness for him, happiness without a cloud. But he said: “There can be no love if one does not remain oneself with all one’s strength.”
Viola shrugged in irritation, which was also a shrug of weariness. And yet she could have understood him still, as in fact she did understand him then and had on the tip of her tongue the words, “You are as I want you,” and she would be back with him again… She bit her lip. And said: “Be yourself by yourself, then.”
“But being myself then has no sense.” That is what Cosimo wanted to say. Instead of which he said: “If you prefer those vermin…”
“I will not allow you to despise my friends!” she shouted, still thinking: All that matters to me is you, and it is only for you that I do all I do!"
— The Baron in the Trees, Italo Calvino
(via alyssaduhe)
BRB, trying this out!
Hey Sasha, are you an overdue library book? Because you got FINE written all over you!
The Maguindanao Massacre. As of now, 57 bodies have been recovered from the mass graves, including civilians who weren’t part of the convoy and had just happened to be driving behind it when it was stopped by gunmen.
The check marks are chilling.
the magic hat welcomes you.
