There are days when the brevity of life is apparent.
This might be a little sad... not too sad, just sentential
Who'd have thought I'd be good at this? Part seven in a series chronicling my time caring for my elderly mother.
I will be my mother's sole carer for nine days. I am, at once, excited but also absolutely terrified.
At 38, all of my grandparents were over the hill. Now, so am I.
Source: https://sedehaven.tumblr.com
When does a life cease to be a life worth living? Some questions are just too hard... Part eight in this series. Won't pretend I didn't struggle with this piece.
A poem about childhood inspired by Hayao Miyazaki's film, My Neighbor Totoro.
Path through the darkness Lit up by the Sun's brightness
Would you make a wish if you could? How long would you wait to make it?
i wish i were the rain. a drizzle, no a downpour
sometimes i wonder what kids are always running from. (this is more an existential crisis than anything else we can live with that though, right?)
This might be a little sad... not too sad, just sentential
Who'd have thought I'd be good at this? Part seven in a series chronicling my time caring for my elderly mother.
I will be my mother's sole carer for nine days. I am, at once, excited but also absolutely terrified.
At 38, all of my grandparents were over the hill. Now, so am I.
Source: https://sedehaven.tumblr.com
When does a life cease to be a life worth living? Some questions are just too hard... Part eight in this series. Won't pretend I didn't struggle with this piece.
A poem about childhood inspired by Hayao Miyazaki's film, My Neighbor Totoro.
Path through the darkness Lit up by the Sun's brightness
Would you make a wish if you could? How long would you wait to make it?
i wish i were the rain. a drizzle, no a downpour
sometimes i wonder what kids are always running from. (this is more an existential crisis than anything else we can live with that though, right?)