Iraqi boy, Ayad Brissam Karim, shows a picture of himself taken before his “accident.” US helicopters attacked the vegetable field where he played, leaving him blind and with burns to his face. Photo by Mauricio Lima

The world is so full of deeply sad things, isn’t it?

(I’ll admit, I do come back here sometimes. I still miss it.)

(Source: arsvitaest)

dear everyone,

i began blogging just over a year and a half ago, and it was just what i needed to get me writing again. thank you all for giving me a reason to stay.

i’ve been posting under the name fairywren since i joined tumblr, and would have been more than happy to stay here like this forever, never getting an itch to change my url. it wasn’t much, really, but to me it feels like a tattoo, something permanent and personal.

however, due to circumstances, i’m moving. i’m not going to post the link here, (because the aforementioned circumstances would make that a silly move,) but like this post/leave me a comment and i’ll message you the url of my new home.

i’ll leave this here (because i’m too nostalgic to delete the thing,) but i sincerely doubt i’ll be posting here much anymore.

love, jess

genuinely laughed at the itunes one, the green lights one and the laptop charger one. i’ve had all these thoughts before. i am ashamed!

don’t ever let anyone tell you that words don’t matter

because sometimes they are the only thing that matter, or can matter, or should matter.

words destroyed me then saved me tonight, over and over, and i feel an overwhelming amount of love for the people involved in both camps. thank you so much for reaching out.

this ‘stupid blog’ as i so flippantly attempted to write it off this evening has been more and meant more than any vessel i’ve ever kept afloat, and i stubbornly refuse to let the real, honest-to-god friendships i’ve made through it ever be taken for granted.

inertiatic asked: It is such a circus, that we're involved in, Jess.

but that's just part of it, I suppose and I'd like to think we'd never truly grow if we weren't constantly being thrown in the fire...but still - goddamnit!

Heh. Breathe, breathe.

xo
ps. youtube[dot]com/watch?v=ZHNArEfBKdc

i’m posting this publicly so i get to keep it forever. i am breathing. thank you; you are incredible.

my fingers are shaking

i can bare;y tupe

i don’t know whre to go.

“well if you’re SURE you don’t mind…”

• yes i mind
• no, i’m not going to tell you to stop

you’re hearing what you want to hear, not listening to what i’m saying. i hate that you’ve put me in this position.

please stop asking me if it’s okay

of course it’s fucking not okay, you shouldn’t need me to tell you that, and you sure as hell shouldn’t put me in the position of having the final word on this. i don’t want to be the bad guy who ruins all your fun. either of you.

fuck as much as you like, and don’t tell me about it. is that too much to ask?

i am 100% certain i didn’t send you the link to 133dollars on facebook, or anywhere.

i distinctly remember wanting to wait until there was more than a couple of posts up before i shared it with the world, if i shared it with the world at all. 

the only place i advertised the thing was tumblr.

i wanted to give you the benefit of the doubt so i checked cam’s page to see if he’d spruiked it without tagging me and he hadn’t. which means you told me you would stay away from here and you haven’t.

in and of itself that doesn’t overly bother me, sweetheart. but you lied to me and you promised you’d never lie to me, (that promise is always a worthless one) and i feel betrayed.

so how have you been breaching my trust, darling? have you been trawling the archives, digging back? is the curiosity about who the characters are killing you, or are you making blanket assumptions and getting it all wrong? or do you just check for updates on the first page, keep it recent?

i don’t know if you’ll see this. if i’m wrong, if there’s some possibility i haven’t considered and you found 133dollars some other way, then i’m sorry for jumping to conclusions but you’ll never read this anyway. i don’t know if you’ll mention it to me or we’ll just keep going like nothing’s changed. i love you, and i don’t want to let this affect us or this amazing thing we’ve got going, but i don’t know how much i can trust you right now.

it surprises me that you could have slipped up like this and i can’t help wondering if it wasn’t an accident, but i don’t know what your motivations would be otherwise.

dear-photograph:

Dear Photograph,
Me and my first bike. The bike I have now goes a little bit faster.
@bizaaron

dear photograph is really, really cool. love this one!

“Oddments Room II,” a photograph by Jane and Louise Wilson. (Courtesy of 303 Gallery, New York)

you disturb some dust and a sneeze gets caught in your throat, then subsides. you fight the urge to run your fingers along every delicate item you see.