20 5 / 2013
I can no longer remember what is behind me
even where I was a second ago, is ancient history
as I will never be there again
This is the last I will breathe of this air
No longer will this be my home
I say goodbye
My children will only know what is on the other side
do I keep my traditions?
or do I become a newborn
fresh from the womb?
How long until
the Mother Land
is no longer where we come from?
How many generations
before what lies across the sea
is the only life we have ever known?
Do I speak of Her with fondness?
Tell stories of her past?
Or do I create legends right away,
to ease the sting of longing for a
home I will never see again?
Will my sons feel Her
coursing through their veins
when they are ending their days
in this land?
Will they remember Her plains and mountains and rivers fondly?
Or will they blame Her for turning us away?
20 5 / 2013
Grr Arghhh
FUCK! I hate reblogging shit. It has become necessary lately. Don’t judge me.
13 5 / 2013
Best coin ever spent.
Best coin ever spent.
Caution - you might cry like a baby watching this. So amazing and makes me have faith in humanity.
11 5 / 2013
“I would have loved to have given it a try,” she said. “But, I am afraid that I am just not broken enough for you.”
“It’s okay” he replied, “I am broken enough for the both of us.”
“I know. That’s the problem.”
08 5 / 2013
this is my merry-go-round and if you don’t like it, you can just get the fuck off. by the way, you’ll have to jump because there is no way I am slowing down for you.
02 5 / 2013
I have a secret! I love having secrets. I am terrible at keeping them…good thing i only have to keep it until Saturday.
02 5 / 2013
i always hit the wrong buttons and then can’t figure out how to undo stuff. i am a very special kind of “special.” Go to bed, idiot!
01 5 / 2013
How Moms and Dads are Different (besides the obvious)
When a kid wets the bed in the early morning hours, the mother will clean the mattress with towels and spray with stuff to kill the smell, start a load of sheets in the washer, remake the bed with clean sheets,clean the kid up with a warm washcloth, maybe find the kid a temporary place to sleep for the remainder of the night, read them a story to get them back to bed. Then, and only then, mom might return to bed. Usually though, she is up for the day and just starts drinking coffee.
Dad flips the mattress and turns on cartoons and heads back to bed.
(the book that was read was something by Seuss…can’t really recall as it was read in a haze)
