nami

Sorry i can't stop laughing, that homophobic sheriff basically told eddie "you're a murderer and you're gay" and eddie just answered "well i'm not a murderer..."

i sit in the sun. i drink tea. i recieve a message from my friend. i read a book. i take a walk. i fall in love with life a little bit.

do you want kids? they ask me, good intentioned, smiling. how do I explain that my hands have already raised a child, have fed and clothed and bathed, have cleaned countless skinned knees? how do I explain that I was a child myself when I became a parent, determined to make up for the absence of the real thing? that being the eldest sibling doesn't just mean looking after them, it means bringing them up too, learning how to clean up after them and never knowing who you are without someone to take care of. I smile back. I'm not sure, I say. I haven't really thought about it.

mono is something from the category: “let's hide in a room and cry together, we really need it”, and indigo is its spiritual continuation: “wipe your tears, let me kiss your face and give you light and hope”