paper airplanes & poetry
A body wishes to be held, & held, & what
Can you do about that?




"In 100 years we’ll all be dead. That’s kinda creepy, if you think about it, but what can you do? We are all here, now, feeling these things and saying these things, and if these pages sit on the bedside table or the bookshelf, traveling through time at the speed of time, gathering heat and light, and arrive, years later, in the hands of a reader—perhaps even you, dear reader—then hurray for us. We love you, we do. But there’s this space between us, always this space between us. We’re stuck in our skins and singing, and no one really knows how long it will take for the sound to reach you."


just received the scariest news of my life today… one of my best and oldest friends has just been diagnosed with leukemia (AML). we don’t know anything yet since she was only diagnosed today, and i have no idea  how early/far along it is, just that she needs to get chemo. she seems extremely exhausted… i don’t blame her. but she’s such a strong person… it’s been a crazy couple of hours but i am hoping things will get better - i think most young people can recover from this. she of all people deserves the best.
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"The road must be trod, but it will be very hard. And neither strength nor wisdom will carry us far upon it. This quest may be attempted by the weak with as much hope as the strong. Yet it is oft the course of deeds that move the wheels of the world: Small hands do them because they must, while the eyes of the great are elsewhere."