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About David Bowie...

I once wrote a short story where the main character is talking to her abuser/would be rapist, and they speak from lines right out of Labyrinth. I will be your Goblin king.

It’s Mother’s Day coming up, so I’m thinking of all the women in my life and all the awesome roles they play (mothers, non-mothers, and never-mothers alike).

http://everythingisgoingtobeokcomic.com/well-behaved-women

His eyes...

she thought, are beautiful. There is life in there far beyond her reach. Behind his eyes was freedom, far from the chains of his mind and the complex bondage he was held fast to. If only he could reach out. But he is left with a blank stare and various stimulation that were expressed with a flap of his arms, and twirling, his constant twirling around. She held fast though, returning each time to look into his eyes, because she knew, she knew there was freedom behind his eyes. A freedom that would break free for an instant, and he would focus and be free from the chains for but a moment, and stare back with recognition, with a single word on the tip of his tongue, but would never be uttered; "mom." His eyes, she thought, are beautiful. There is life in there, far beyond her reach.

He asked, "are you satisfied yet?" "More," she whispered.

This looks so simple and chic. I love it.

Henri Matisse’s studio, 1952

The New Pornographers - Dancehall Domine

From the New Pornographers' new album Brill Bruisers, out now: http://smarturl.it/BrillBruisers Made by Leblanc + Cudmore (video credits below) https://www.f...

My soul at the moment

Secrets of the girl.

A little bit of paradise.

I’m the mother to a wonderful 7 week old, and at times I get sad because I don’t know what he wants when he’s crying and I’ve done everything possible for him, and I come to the conclusion that maybe it’s just me.

I’m very calm with him, I love him, I smile sweetly at him, I say to him that I understand that there’s a divide between us and I wish I could help him more as I kiss his chubby cheeks. And when he calms down, if he calms down, I hug him close until he falls asleep, and I but him down in his bassinet. I stare at him in such awe that I’m in love with this little creature, that when I sit down and focus on my breath, I realize that I’m dying a little on the inside.

My child breaks me everyday, but when he looks at me and focuses on me, I pick myself up again and start all over.

I realize I’m very hard on myself, but with my history, I gravitate towards it because it’s my punishment. I’ll admit that I love my child more than myself, that I care about him more than myself, but I’ll keep going because he needs me, and I need him.

I need him.

We mean something...

It's 1:46 AM right now, and I'm just simply not tired. At this hour, I am thoughtful, I see the world through fresh eyes.  We are beings living in a big blob of chaos, we have no control over anything, but what we see before us. 

Actually, I just got really tired.  This being must go to sleep now before things get weird.