oh hey,

my name is laura. i believe in homegrown vegetables, dog related wandering, potlucks, and grandparents.

I’m in love with you, and I’m not in the business of denying myself the simple pleasure of saying true things. I’m in love with you, and I know that love is just a shout into the void, and that oblivion is inevitable, and that we’re all doomed and that there will come a day when all our labor has been returned to dust, and I know the sun will swallow the only earth we’ll ever have, and I am in love with you.

—John Green (via scout)

(Source: soulintoxication, via scout)

January afternoon.

January afternoon.

Leaving is not enough. You must stay gone. Train your heart like a dog. Change the locks even on the house he’s never visited. You lucky, lucky girl. You have an apartment just your size. A bathtub full of tea. A heart the size of Arizona, but not nearly so arid. Don’t wish away your cracked past, your crooked toes, your problems are papier mache puppets you made or bought because the vendor at the market was so compelling you just had to have them. You had to have him. And you did. And now you pull down the bridge between your houses, you make him call before he visits, you take a lover for granted, you take a lover who looks at you like maybe you are magic. Make the first bottle you consume in this place a relic. Place it on whatever altar you fashion with a knife and five cranberries. Don’t lose too much weight. Stupid girls are always trying to disappear as revenge. And you are not stupid. You loved a man with more hands than a parade of beggars, and here you stand. Heart like a four-poster bed. Heart like a canvas. Heart leaking something so strong they can smell it in the street.

Frida Kahlo to Marty McConnell (via scout)

right. now. 

(via scout)

You don’t fall in love like you fall in a hole. You fall like falling through space. It’s like you jump off your own private planet to visit someone else’s planet. And when you get there it all looks different: the flowers, the animals, the colours people wear. It is a big surprise falling in love because you thought you had everything just right on your own planet, and that was true, in a way, but then somebody signalled to you across space and the only way you could visit was to take a giant jump. Away you go, falling into someone else’s orbit and after a while you might decide to pull your two planets together and call it home. And you can bring your dog. Or your cat. Your goldfish, hamster, collection of stones, all your odd socks. (The ones you lost, including the holes, are on the new planet you found.)

And you can bring your friends to visit. And read your favourite stories to each other. And the falling was really the big jump that you had to make to be with someone you don’t want to be without. That’s it.

PS You have to be brave.

One week ago today, my grandmother lost her partner of sixty six years. The day before my grandfather’s death, when he was so sick he could only consume thickened water, we sat around his bedside and talked about the election. My grandmother reminded us that it was election day, sixty years ago, that she and my grandfather and my then five year old mother arrived in Palo Alto. She didn’t vote that year because she was traveling, and she arrived to find out that Harry Truman had been elected president. Not only has she voted in every election since, but she has campaigned, volunteered at polling stations, made sure her friends had rides to the polls, carefully researched every ballot initiative, and instilled a love of democracy in her children and grandchildren. She’s ninety years old. She just lost her partner of sixty six years. She still believes in working tirelessly for a brighter future for all people. So do I. 

John Clyde Loftis, Jr. 1919-2012. 

John Clyde Loftis, Jr. 1919-2012. 

It’s dark because you are trying too hard. Lightly child, lightly. Learn to do everything lightly. Yes, feel lightly even though you’re feeling deeply. Just lightly let things happen and lightly cope with them. I was so preposterously serious in those days… Lightly, lightly – it’s the best advice ever given me…So throw away your baggage and go forward. There are quicksands all about you, sucking at your feet, trying to suck you down into fear and self-pity and despair. That’s why you must walk so lightly. Lightly my darling…

—Aldous Huxley, Island  (via sensuaalneseduktsioon)

(Source: seabois, via muscovite)

reset. it’s time to reset. 

‎I do not believe that just because you’re opposed to abortion, that that makes you pro-life. In fact, I think in many cases, your morality is deeply lacking if all you want is a child born but not a child fed, not a child educated, not a child housed. And why would I think that you don’t? Because you don’t want any tax money to go there. That’s not pro-life. That’s pro-birth. We need a much broader conversation on what the morality of pro-life is.

Sister Joan Chittister, Catholic Nun (via timehasflewn)

(via scout)

(via scout)