June 2011
First time I've had Internet connection all week.
Nannying is rough. Three cheers for never having kids of my own.
The Nanny Diaries
Here I am in cluttered attic (where my bed is) using a high chair for a nightstand. I am feasting on a dinner of Cheerios and dreading my 6 am wakeup call that will consist of Dorothy’s cries. Welcome to my life for the next ten days
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“You don’t have to be gay to be a supporter, you just have to be human.”
—Daniel Radcliffe (via mols)
They made maps in the bedsheets
and planned their life in the comforters.
They painted their ceiling with fireflies
and built their house on lessons learned.
“Lover, I smash my glass slipper to build a stained-glass window for every wall inside my chest. Now, my heart is a pressed flower in a tattered bible; it is the one verse you can trust, so I’m putting all of my words in your collection plate. I am setting the table with bread and grace. My knees are bent like the corner of a page. I am saving your place.”
—Andrea Gibson, “Maybe I Need You” (via soundyouryawp)
I just cooked bagel bites on a fire.
Get on my level.
First Broken bone of the trip!
It’s chill though. We splinted it. Survivor Man Style.
