TheVirtuesofFortitude

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Lay Our Love Down (A Cento)

My tongue is a spoon.
I close my eyes now
and enter a place that’s clearly
alabaster and looming.
I’m stuck in the first line of January
and so much worse
is this quiet than the river’s drift and silt.
I open and shut the door,
admiring the fit and despairing of it.
I hide my face
in the sheets coarsened and brailled.
Yet in that room
we pulled the covers over ourselves and lay
our love down.

 

-Gabriella Mather

 

 

 

 

 

Credit to: Allison Titus, “From the Lost Diary of Anna Anderson: I. Open Ward at the Elisabeth Hospital, Berlin, 1920,” “From the Lost Diary of Anna Anderson: II. Dalldorf Asylum: House 4, Ward B,” Sue Ellen Thompson, “No Children, No Pets,” Katia Kapovich, “To the Quarry and Back,” Wesley McNair, “For My Wife”

(Source: reparrishcomics)

The Aftermath

In the aftermath, 
there is always a crowd.
a crowd of people,
of thoughts,
of regrets,
of emotion. 

But there is hardly ever
singularity.
No one is truly left alone,
whether they believe it
or not. 

because whatever happened,
either loss or gain,
it has happened 
and it will happen again
to someone 
just like you.

and it is in the aftermath
that we find those 
who are just like us. 

Heroism is Relative

He tightens his tie 
like most people chew their nails.
He is cloaked in his profession
like a sad superhero. 

But his son thinks he’s 
Captain America,
Iron Man,
Spiderman
and superman
all rolled into one. 
and he’s okay with that
because, you see,
he gave up on flying long ago
but his heart flies 
when his his boy runs
to hug him when he comes
through the door, 
tugging on his tie. 

fearofabuttplanet:

archangel-bonding:

profound-destiel:

its-a-deathwish:

hollmonster:

This is the Buckley Family. The children’s names were Susan and John. As a Halloween joke, all the kids in the neighborhood were going to get a dummy and pretend to chop its head off. The Buckley children thought it would be hilarious to actually murder their mother, so when the kids walked up the the door, they got an axe and slaughtered her. Once everyone figured out what they had really done, they called the police, but the kids were long gone by then. The only picture of them was this photo, taken by a trick or treater. The mothers body was later found half eaten.

WELL THEN



Someone make this a Supernatural episode

This week on “Why Kids Are Fucked Up”


http://theresashauntedhistoryofthetri-state.blogspot.com/2012/10/this-is-buckley-family.html?m=1False.

fearofabuttplanet:

archangel-bonding:

profound-destiel:

its-a-deathwish:

hollmonster:

This is the Buckley Family. The children’s names were Susan and John. As a Halloween joke, all the kids in the neighborhood were going to get a dummy and pretend to chop its head off. The Buckley children thought it would be hilarious to actually murder their mother, so when the kids walked up the the door, they got an axe and slaughtered her. Once everyone figured out what they had really done, they called the police, but the kids were long gone by then. The only picture of them was this photo, taken by a trick or treater. The mothers body was later found half eaten.

WELL THEN

Someone make this a Supernatural episode

This week on “Why Kids Are Fucked Up”

http://theresashauntedhistoryofthetri-state.blogspot.com/2012/10/this-is-buckley-family.html?m=1

False.

sixpenceee:

Sir Nicholas Winton is a humanitarian who organized a rescue operation that saved the lives of 669 Jewish Czechoslovakia children from Nazi death camps, and brought them to the safety of Great Britain between the years 1938-1939.

After the war, his efforts remained unknown. But in 1988, Winton’s wife Grete found the scrapbook from 1939 with the complete list of children’s names and photos. Sir Nicholas Winton is sitting in an audience of Jewish Czechoslovakian people who he saved 50 years before.

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No one ever said babies weren’t cute. 

Seal, Fawn, Owl, Pigglet, Fox-pup, Sloth, Polar bear cub, Bunny and dolphin. (young babies)

Modern House Words from Westeros

House Lannister:
Back the Fuck Off
House Tully:
Do the Right Thing
House Stark:
Never forgive. Never Forget. Pack a sweater.
House Baratheon:
Entitlement and Stubbornness go well together, don't you think?
House Arryn:
You are all beneath me.
House Frey:
You Shall Not Pass.
House Targaryen:
Burn, Motherfuckers.
House Martell:
We want no part in this.
House Tyrell:
Won't Stop. Can't Stop.
House Greyjoy:
Give me that thing. I want it.
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