August 2011
13 posts
3 tags
“When I learned that my grandfather died, I wasn’t sad. I wasn’t happy either. He...”
– From an arresting, dismantling, gracious, hope-aboundingly reverent Dear Sugar column. The sort that hurts to read and leaves you better for having done so. (via beenthinking)
I wasn’t ready for this one.
“Change everything you are and everything you were
your number has been called...”
– I’m starting to feel like I’m back. It feels fucking great.
