15 months without you. I’ve always had an affinity for the number. My lucky number. But today, that number is like a knife twisting in my side. Today will be hard, but you will be there to get me through it, right?
Sent to me by your sister.
Dear Eddy,
Nobody loved pop music like you and I. One of the only musical genres that a hip hop junkie (me) and a metalhead (you) could enjoy together. Rest in peace, Whitney.
xoxo,
Val
(Source: tinaoffandrunning)
The White Elephant in the Room: Security Detail
If writing a memoir is like surgery without anesthesia, revising a memoir is like watching a video recording of the surgery: those are my guts? but there’s so much blood! how did the scar ever heal?
I’ve spent the past week rewinding and pausing the video, looking for moments that…
I miss watching my favorite movie with you…
(Source: clementineandjoel, via abcdefghiloveyou)
“Look at your life. Look at your choices.”
The Sis and I took a bunch of our little cousins to this movie and there was a…
HONEY BADGER REFERENCE!!!!
Yeah, we were rolling on the floor laughing while the 11 year olds just stared.
People are afraid of themselves, of their own reality; their feelings most of all. People talk about how great love is, but that’s bullshit. Love hurts. Feelings are disturbing. People are taught that pain is evil and dangerous. How can they deal with love if they’re afraid to feel? Pain is meant to wake us up. People try to hide their pain. But they’re wrong. Pain is something to carry, like a radio. You feel your strength in the experience of pain. It’s all in how you carry it. That’s what matters. Pain is a feeling. Your feelings are a part of you. Your own reality. If you feel ashamed of them, and hide them, you’re letting society destroy your reality. You should stand up for your right to feel your pain.
—Jim Morrison (via menteyalma)
It took true pain for me to really understand.
(Source: nosuchthingastime, via theangrytherapist)
