Photo by:Tamara Gruner
(Source: larmoyante)Swallow your pride, you will not die, it’s not poison.
I feel the need to re-post this every couple of years. This is one of my favorite tattoos. When people see it for the first time they think I just like to write on my hand. They don’t realize its a tattoo until they see me again and it’s still there.
on my grave, it will read “regretting all the ships that never sailed” and some people will think it’s poetic, but others will know
people who exercise in order to get rid of period cramps are the ones surviving the apocalypse.
(Source: lupanthropy)My cousin Helen, who is in her 90s now, was in the Warsaw ghetto during World War II. She and a bunch of the girls in the ghetto had to do sewing each day. And if you were found with a book, it was an automatic death penalty. She had gotten hold of a copy of ‘Gone With the Wind’, and she would take three or four hours out of her sleeping time each night to read. And then, during the hour or so when they were sewing the next day, she would tell them all the story. These girls were risking certain death for a story. And when she told me that story herself, it actually made what I do feel more important. Because giving people stories is not a luxury. It’s actually one of the things that you live and die for.
I told Today about Tomorrow,
And it laughed in my presence.
One more month.