Whenever there’s a story about bullying on the news there’s always a video clips of some kids beating up some poor soul. And yeah, that’s awful, but here’s the thing: that’s not bullying.
Whenever there’s a story about bullying on the news there’s always a video clips of some kids beating up some poor soul. And yeah, that’s awful, but here’s the thing: that’s not bullying.
You know that moment when you’re reading a book and you just have to stop and bite your lip and squeal or sigh or close your eyes and wrinkle your nose and forehead and press the book against your heart and just like sit there and try to soak up the gorgeous literature via osmosis?
That’s my favorite part of reading.
the end’s beginning
“Cornelia and Bianca Brandolini d’Adda - A Great Allure” by Deborah Turbeville for Vogue Italia March 2009
This is a pretty good place for a summary of me: Kitty’s Listography
I also hang out here a bit: Facebook
Today is one of those days where you can’t help but be honest. You can’t lie to yourself and you can’t lie to others. You can’t help but say “No, no I’m not ok. And I don’t know if I ever will be.” Today is the day you cry. You cry over things without knowing whether they’re worth crying over.
I think it’s time for the world to fall apart. But it won’t, it’ll be held together by a net of spider-silk threads. I’ll cry for others because I can’t cry for myself.
The only thing that can top Romeo+Juliet in making me cry are sad war stories and lost loves. So I’m just going to sit here and drown in tears and everything will be great.