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.)
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.
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.
i’m posting this publicly so i get to keep it forever. i am breathing. thank you; you are incredible.
i don’t knwo where to ggo
my fingers are shaking
i can bare;y tupe
i don’t know whre to go.
OH FOR FUCK’S SAKE
"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?
Me and my first bike. The bike I have now goes a little bit faster.
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.
i don’t know why it’s gotten harder to keep myself away. thought i’d finally beat the feeling back; it all came back today. and we fell down, and we locked arms, we knocked the dresser over as we rolled across the floor. i don’t mean it when i tell you i don’t love you anymore.
oceanographer’s choice, the mountain goats
I will love you as a drawer loves a secret compartment, and as a secret compartment loves a secret, and as a secret loves to make a person gasp, and as a gasping person loves a glass of brandy to calm their nerves, and as a glass of brandy loves to shatter on the floor, and as the noise of glass shattering loves to make someone else gasp, and as someone else gasping loves a nearby desk to lean against, even if leaning against it presses a lever that loves to open a drawer and reveal a secret compartment. I will love you until all such compartments are discovered and opened, and until all the secrets have gone gasping into the world.