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.