āI used to dream about escaping my ordinary life, but my life was never ordinary. I had simply failed to notice how extraordinary it was.ā ā Ransom Riggs, Miss Peregrineās Home for Peculiar Children I stepped into the empty house, and stood in the hallway for a second, trying to gauge how the house felt. Did it feel like…
Mama misses you so much. I’ve wanted to write this letter to you ever since you died so suddenly and unexpectedly on the fourteenth of August, but it’s been incredibly impossible to come to terms with your abrupt ending. You were torn away from me and I could not save you; I heard you yowling as I was waking…
There’s nothing straightforward about grief. There’s no set rule for you to follow. Past experiences are useless, because each loss is different. Pain is unique, andĀ it is a million times worse when you don’t understand why you have to experience it. Grief is a many-feathered thing. — Remember the first time you smile after a life-changing event. Remember it; remember…
There are moments you never see coming. Not because they don’t exist in the realm of possibility but because they couldn’t possibly happen to you; they couldn’t possibly happen in your world. Like, you could be skipping along the sidewalk as happy as you can be and suddenly two men step out of an alley you didn’t even know…
It is easy, when one is stupendously happy, to forget about the rest of the world, but from time to time the world has a tendency to intrude upon one’s happiness; a gentle but persistent reminder that there is a lot happening to everybody, and some of those everybodies are mine. The moon is big and bright and beautiful…
People are noticing; they are talking about how I am becoming, evolving, growing,Ā into myself; finding things I lost; remembering the person I used to beĀ before I was gone, before I slipped into the abyss. Before I broke. When I would giggle too much and for no reason about everything and nothing,Ā and when my eyes were constantly laughing because my soul…
When I was a little girl, I wanted to be told I was pretty. I think it came from a place of not beingĀ quiteĀ sure; it came from a place of wanting to be told that I was more than I was, somehow. I’ve spoken in the past about growing up with a beautiful mother, and about the pressure I felt…
Crawling on flesh worn-to-the-bone, bloodied, falling, I see you. Can’t look at yourself in the mirror because you’re sure that the wrongness of the wrong was all you. I see you. Arguing with god in the secret room in your mind while you wear an atheist’s robes, I see you. Believing the people who tell you that you can’t love…
It’s finally happened. The Indian government appears to be doing a ChinaĀ and have blocked a number of websites that contain ISIS content;Ā this is hot on the heels of all the reports of some young menĀ running off to Syria to join ISIS and fight amongst them in their ranks. I’m not sure if these websites contain ISIS propaganda, or if they’re…