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Among Others by Jo Walton.

Among Others by Jo Walton.

Posted 2 years ago

#take me away from this big bad world and agree to marry me

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Transformation and Transcendence: The Power of Female Friendship

A wonderful and emotional piece. So lovely and true.

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I cry a lot because I miss people. They die and I can’t stop them. They leave me and I love them more.

Maurice Sendak

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Paul with baby Mary, Heather and old English sheepdog Martha, 1970

Paul with baby Mary, Heather and old English sheepdog Martha, 1970

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ignore all the essays, reviews and yadayadayadas and just watch it. it’s hilarious.

ignore all the essays, reviews and yadayadayadas and just watch it. it’s hilarious.

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"Why do you suppose the poets talk about hearts?" he asked me suddenly. "When they discuss emotional damage? The tissue of hearts is tough as a shoe. Did you ever sew up a heart?"

I shook my head. “No, but I’ve watched. I know what you mean.” The walls of a heart are thick and strong, and the surgeons use heavy needles. It takes a good bit of strength, but it pulls together neatly. As much as anything it’s like binding a book.

"The seat of human emotion should be the liver," Doc Homer said. "That would be an appropriate metaphor: we don’t hold love in our hearts, we hold it in our livers."

I understand exactly. Once in ER I saw a woman who’d been stabbed everywhere, most severely in the liver. It’s an organ with the consistency of layer upon layer of wet Kleenex. Every attempt at repair just opens new holes that tear and bleed. You try to close the wound with fresh wounds, and you try and you try and you don’t give up until there’s nothing left.


Animal Dreams, Barbara Kingsolver
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