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Oh for a book and a shady nook.

I like to read books and drink tea, preferably at the same time.

Less than one month until England. Mildly excited.

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Afternoons with Moss.

Afternoons with Moss.

My family has always been private about our time spent together. It was our way of keeping one thing that was ours, with a man we shared with an entire world. But now that’s gone, and I feel stripped bare. My last day with him was his birthday, and I will be forever grateful that my brothers and I got to spend that time alone with him, sharing gifts and laughter. He was always warm, even in his darkest moments. While I’ll never, ever understand how he could be loved so deeply and not find it in his heart to stay, there’s minor comfort in knowing our grief and loss, in some small way, is shared with millions. It doesn’t help the pain, but at least it’s a burden countless others now know we carry, and so many have offered to help lighten the load. Thank you for that.

To those he touched who are sending kind words, know that one of his favorite things in the world was to make you all laugh. As for those who are sending negativity, know that some small, giggling part of him is sending a flock of pigeons to your house to poop on your car. Right after you’ve had it washed. After all, he loved to laugh too…

Dad was, is and always will be one of the kindest, most generous, gentlest souls I’ve ever known, and while there are few things I know for certain right now, one of them is that not just my world, but the entire world is forever a little darker, less colorful and less full of laughter in his absence. We’ll just have to work twice as hard to fill it back up again.

—My only statement. My brothers’ are also online. Thank you for all your kindness, and goodbye for awhile guys. xo (via zeldawilliams)

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So today I begin my twenties. 

folkemusik:

I know, a lot of Robin posts but this one makes my heart wrench.

folkemusik:

I know, a lot of Robin posts but this one makes my heart wrench.

Robin Williams, we ain’t never had a friend like you.

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The Scrubs season eight finale really got me. So beautiful, so perfect. 

Me: But I have about fifty books at home I haven't read, there's no reason for me to buy these.
My brain: Okay, but consider this: more books.

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jayceiusagi:

serendipity (by ju:lie)

jayceiusagi:

serendipity (by ju:lie)

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yes-iamredeemed:

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yes-iamredeemed:

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I’ve realised that I very rarely ever write text posts, and this is something I need to fix. Sometimes, I let my writing go for so long that I become intimidated by how much I have missed out on recording, and consequently write nothing at all. Which creates a spiraling trap of forgotten, hazy, or embellished memories. I don’t know why I hesitate so much — this writing is only for myself, for future reference. Just ramblings and such.

Truth is, there hasn’t been terribly much to write about lately, because I haven’t been doing all that much. I’m currently on a three month holiday break until university starts in England in October (!!), and am overwhelmed by my endless spare time. Of course, small inconsequential things happen which I should write about — but laziness is easy to sink into. 

Living in Brunswick for the past couple of months has been an absolute pleasure, and I most certainly want to move out somewhere around here when I come back next February. Brunswick, with its endless character, and its endless cafes, suits me to the core. The house I live in is one of the craziest pieces of construction I’ve ever experienced, very old and only just held together by miscellaneous bits and pieces, with sinking floors and cold breezes flowing under the doors. But it’s entirely lovable.

I don’t go out much, really, even though there are plenty of options. And despite my natural introversion, I do miss going out. Thing is, I need to create a wider network of friends in the area otherwise I will end up spending every Friday night watching tv shows until early in the morning. I do like that, though. But it would be nice to actually emerge from my cocoon of food and easy entertainment and go out every now and then. Sometimes, (get the tissues out) I feel lonely rather than alone. Alone is fine, alone is good, but lonely is a little different. Time to bite the bullet and become more social, methinks. 

In other news, the two month countdown until England has already begun, and so everything is beginning to feel very real now. Up until this point, the trip has been a far-away event which I never really expected to happen, even after I’d filled in all the paperwork and booked my flight. Now, reality is setting in and I am becoming increasingly more excited, and just a little nervous — but a healthy degree of nervous, I think.


Kit Harrington with a cat

Kit Harrington with a cat

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