Palm Tree, Palm Tree, Palm Tree
cawfeetalk:

lilaira:

always reblog.

I say fail different. We need to learn from our mistakes. I say I make lots of mistakes, I try not no make the same one twice.

I’m having a hard time embracing this at the moment—-I got rolled today—-but I’m working on it.

cawfeetalk:

lilaira:

always reblog.

I say fail different. We need to learn from our mistakes. I say I make lots of mistakes, I try not no make the same one twice.

I’m having a hard time embracing this at the moment—-I got rolled today—-but I’m working on it.

Holy cuteness, Batman!

I have decided to watch The Heat instead of doing work.  Because. 

Because it Needs to Be Said

I appreciate you all so very much.  Your words really do make me feel better, even when they’re just brief words of support.  I don’t always have the time to have the long cathartic conversations I want to have with my offline friends, and I am so grateful for having this as a safe space to wing out my thoughts.  

Thank you so much.

On the one hand, I’m hoping the friend who said she would call today will actually call, because I could really use a good cry, and someone to listen to me lose it.

On the other hand, I’m not sure I’ll be able to take the call when she calls me.  There is so much going on here.  My mom and I already figured out that there is not enough time in the day to get done all the things we need to get done.

Currently:

Hiding in the dining room.

It seemed wise.

My two-year-old niece is running around the house repeating the words “Let it go!” over and over. I guess this is a Frozen thing.

Beer, bread, or bacon; chose one.
Anonymous

Bread.  

That one was easy, oh anonymous question asker.

satnin:

Marilyn Monroe as Sugar Kane in Some Like It Hot, 1959.

"I’m tired of getting the fuzzy end of the lollipop."

I keep thinking about that friend-no-longer who told me last year that I shouldn’t be sad now because my dad isn’t dead yet, and I should cherish and enjoy this time with him.  At the time, I couldn’t quite say why that infuriated me so much. But I can now.

It’s because it totally ignores the cruelty of cancer.  It ignores the way my father suffers, the way my mother worries, and the way that the suffering and the worrying has made it impossible for them to comfort each other let alone live with each other.  It ignores the exhaustion that seems to permeate the entire house.  The entire family.  

It doesn’t assuage my guilt for wanting to run away.  And it doesn’t give me the courage and strength to be here, to stay.  

And really, it doesn’t understand the duplicity of time—-where time is at once our only hope and our very worst enemy.