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The further you walk away from your problems, the longer the walk back to fixing them.
—Unknown (via creatingaquietmind)
(Source: the-healing-nest, via creatingaquietmind)
Dear Scarlet,
Today our roommate, Ashley, made you a hardboiled egg. She made the mistake of giving it to you when it was still warm, without taking the shell off. You made quick friends with it and refused to eat it. When it dropped to the ground and cracked you had a bit of an emotional breakdown. I told you it would be ok and that we’d make another. We boiled another egg and drew a little face on him. You named him Trevor. A few hours later, Trevor also met his untimely death. I thought you were going to die right along with him. You were bawling on my chest when I suggested we have a funeral. We went out into the backyard and dug a small hole. We found a rock to put on the gravesite and picked a little flower from the bush. You, of course, decided that Engine Driver by The Decemberists would be the perfect funeral song. We sat around his grave and held hands. We closed our eyes and swayed around a little as it played. After that I decided we should probably say a few words about Trevor. When I asked you what the best part about him was you said, through tears, “his mommm” meaning yourself. I tried my hardest not to chuckle. Later we walked to the gas station and you saw a giant rock, it was some sort of neighborhood marker or memorial, I don’t know. You looked at it and said, “That must have been a huge egg!” So clever, always. I love you, my compassionate little egg momma. Rest in Pieces, Trevor.
“Fat” is usually the first insult a girl throws at another girl when she wants to hurt her
I mean, is ‘fat’ really the worst thing a human being can be? Is ‘fat’ worse than ‘vindictive’, ‘jealous’, ‘shallow’, ‘vain’, ‘boring’ or ‘cruel’? Not to me; but then, you might retort, what do I know about the pressure to be skinny? I’m not in the business of being judged on my looks, what with being a writer and earning my living by using my brain…
I went to the British Book Awards that evening. After the award ceremony I bumped into a woman I hadn’t seen for nearly three years. The first thing she said to me? ‘You’ve lost a lot of weight since the last time I saw you!’
‘Well,’ I said, slightly nonplussed, ‘the last time you saw me I’d just had a baby.’
What I felt like saying was, ‘I’ve produced my third child and my sixth novel since I last saw you. Aren’t either of those things more important, more interesting, than my size?’ But no – my waist looked smaller! Forget the kid and the book: finally, something to celebrate!
I’d rather they were independent, interesting, idealistic, kind, opinionated, original, funny – a thousand things, before ‘thin’. And frankly, I’d rather they didn’t give a gust of stinking chihuahua flatulence whether the woman standing next to them has fleshier knees than they do. Let my girls be Hermiones, rather than Pansy Parkinsons.
—J.K. Rowling (via dearscarlet)
Dear Scarlet,
Today I let you open some of your presents from Grandma that came in the mail. Here you are with the Hallmark dog that has an interactive book and CD. You wanted it for months and were so happy to open it. Grandma put a beanie on her head so she wouldn’t get cold in the mail. She’s funny that way. The other day we were walking out of your school and a lady was walking by. You said goodbye to her and we kept going. I asked who she was. You replied, “Oh, that’s my Trunchbull.” I looked at you, confused. Finally I put it together. “Do you mean principal?” You smiled. “Oh yeah, that.” Too much Matilida for you, baby girl.
Dear Scarlet,
I am sorry that I’m hard on you sometimes. I am sorry that we butt heads because we are so much alike, it’s unreal. And although I apologize for giving you my stubbornness, I am also happy that you have it. You are strong, a force to be reckoned with. Today you wanted a cupcake for lunch. You were persistent. I told you to get soup. I told you that you’d be hungry. Ultimately I let you make the call. You had a cupcake. Right now you are whining about being hungry and I am telling you to remember that. Remember that feeling in your gut the next time you choose a cupcake over soup for lunch. I will let you learn your own lessons. I will allow you to make choices, and I will be there to teach you about consequences. I will try to be calm and patient. Sometimes we both just totally lose it. Sometimes we look at each other straight in the face not seconds later and start laughing at our ridiculousness. We are crazy and we have attitudes. We demand to be heard. And you know what, Scarfish? I ain’t even mad at it. I love you and there is not a single part of my body that doubts that you know that completely.“When you teach a child something, you take away forever his chance of discovering it for himself.” - Jean Piaget
Mr. Barthes: To deliberately believe in lies while knowning they’re false.
Examples of this in everyday life.
(via justfransheska)
‘tsundoku’ - the Japanese word for buying books & not reading them, leaving them to pile up.
(Source: readingismyhustle, via bookporn)
