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Tears You shouldn’t cry for the dead; they’ll be sad in the next world if you do.
Wynn remembered hearing that phrase from her grandmother. It hadn’t come to mind for years, truthfully - not since she’d first heard it at her uncle’s funeral as a small child. Those words had been meant for her cousin, but the little girl hadn’t been able to help overhearing them as she sat in the church pews, too young to fully comprehend the situation. She’d forgotten about them for so long, but now they came back to her with the force of a train, reverberating in her head.
It probably had something to do with the tears that were rolling down her face.
Sucking in a shuddering breath, Wynn buried her face against the blanket that she still clutched in her arms. His scent still clung to it, calming her slightly as she curled around it like a lifeline - Rhys. It was the only thing that she had le
Gay Marriage, Mother's Day and There Is Hope!So today the first gay marriages took place in my home country (England); yay! I think it's an absolutely fantastic achievement and I'm extremely proud of my country for granting this basic human right. I think it's probably the best thing David Cameron has done for this country. Of course, it's not going to end homophobia, but, to quote Macklemore it's a damn good place to start. I identify as bisexual, so it's really awesome to know that if the person I decide to spend the rest of my life with is a woman then we can get married. The only thing I didn't like about the news coverage was that they only featured male couples and the reporter said 'Today men have been marrying men'; there was hardly any mention whatsoever of lesbian couples and none of the marriages they showed were lesbians.
Tomorrow is Mother's Day and I'm not entirely sure how I feel about that. At least it's better than last year, where someone Up There must have had an awesome sense of humour, seeing as
five hour energyi suppose
last week was only an aftershock
of the earthquake you were before.
this place used to vibrate
with metal strings and melodic,
testimonies to life,
emitting coffee-scented moods
and the burn of it too.
i had memorized the
sounds of silence,
i couldn't help but relish it.
no longer had i known
the sounds of folk
and scent of mocha-
you became nothing more
than an echo of the laughter
i so desperately needed to hear again.
then the echoes got louder,
bouncing ferociously off the walls
to be made manifest
i walked into your room
expecting exactly what i found-
an unmade bed,
and an empty beer
(the one that you insisted you needed
just days ago).
i pressed my nose
into the pillow
for incense and cologne and starbucks
to penetrate my mind
and thinking fervently
i already know
what a clean sheet smells like."
how strong an aftershock can be,
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