- *watches a movie*
- *sees a dog*
- me: if something happens to that dog I sWEAR TO GOD
My sister got married almost 3 weeks ago and the flowers that I have from her wedding are still very much alive.
What kind of voodoo magic is this.
Franz Kafka, the story goes, encountered a little girl in the park where he went walking daily. She was crying. She had lost her doll and was desolate.
Kafka offered to help her look for the doll and arranged to meet her the next day at the same spot. Unable to find the doll he composed a letter from the doll and read it to her when they met.
"Please do not mourn me, I have gone on a trip to see the world. I will write you of my adventures." This was the beginning of many letters. When he and the little girl met he read her from these carefully composed letters the imagined adventures of the beloved doll. The little girl was comforted.
When the meetings came to an end Kafka presented her with a doll. She obviously looked different from the original doll. An attached letter explained: “my travels have changed me… “
Many years later, the now grown girl found a letter stuffed into an unnoticed crevice in the cherished replacement doll. In summary it said: “every thing that you love, you will eventually lose, but in the end, love will return in a different form.”
For me there are two wise lessons in this story: Grief and loss are ubiquitous even for a young child. And the way toward healing is to look for how love comes back in another form. - May Benatar
Shia LaBeouf for Interview Magazine November 2014
photography: Craig Mcdean
styling: Karl Templeruhhhhh
I’m sorry, WHY
excuse the fuck out of me.
Our lovely friend and beautiful boss started her maternity leave yesterday. We’re all very excited to meet her new potato. I made her this card to wish her the best of luck!
boy: have sex w me
boy: misandry is real
Aspen Forest - Colorado (by Chad Galloway).