happy against all odds
When you drop a glass or a plate to the ground, it makes a loud crashing sound. When a window shatters, a table leg breaks, or when a picture falls off the wall, it makes a noise. But as for your heart when that breaks it is completely silent. You would think as it is so important it would make the loudest noise in the whole world or even have some sort of ceremonious sound like the gong of a cymbal or the ringing of a bell. But it is silent and you almost wish there was a noise to distract you from the pain. If there is a noise it is internal. It screams and no one can hear it but you. It screams so loud your ears ring and your head aches. It trashes around in your chest like a great white shark caught in the sea, it roars like a mother bear whose cub has been taken. That is what it looks like and that is what it sounds like a trashing, panicking, trapped great, big beast roaring like a prisoner to its own emotions. But that is the thing about love, no one is untouchable.
— Cecelia Ahern, If You Could See Me Now (via purplebuddhaproject)
The Internet mirrors, magnifies, and makes more visible the good, bad, and ugly of everyday life.
— danah boyd, in It’s Complicated (via beingblog)
Pod tak wdzięcznym hasłem Anonimowi Szukacze znajdowali w przestrzeniach internetu mojego blogusia przez ostatnie kilka miesięcy. Nie raz, nie dwa.. Najpierw myślałam, że to wredna literówka się wkradła, że najzwyczajniej w świecie szukali “homo sex”, ale że tyle razy? Tyle razy paluszek stuknął w “h” zamiast w niedalekie, bo tylko okrąglusim “g” oddzielone, “f”??
Stwierdziłam, że to pewnie nie…
and i said to my body. softly. ‘i want to be your friend.’ it took a long breath. and replied, ‘i have been waiting my whole life for this.’
— nayyirah waheed (via nayyirahwaheed)