ok i’ve had tinder for .5 seconds and i’m already sorry
"tell us the story again, grandma!" the children clamor. they cluster around my old rocking chair, their sweet childish faces bright with anticipation. "tell us the story of how you met grandpa!" i heave a sigh, but i cannot help the smile that curves my withered lips. "oh, you’ve heard that old story a hundred times," I tell them. "we want to hear it again!" they cry.
i close my eyes. i transport myself back years and years, to when i was only a girl and he — gone now, the only man I ever loved, the scent of him long faded from the lining of his old coat, though i wear it still to keep the cold out, to imagine his arms around me — he was only a boy. It’s as clear as if he were speaking right into my ear: I remember exactly what he said. When everything else is forgotten, those words will remain. The words that opened a door in my heart, a door I thought would remain forever locked.
And one day soon, when our eyes meet in heaven, I will finally say it back.
my number one piece of advice is drink water and stay hydrated. we are made out of water. everything in us is made of water. and u are sitting there drinking a diet coke tellin me that’s all you’ve had to drink today. please get up and drink some water. for the love of god.
“She is ideas, feelings, urges, and memory. She has been lost and half forgotten for a long, long time. She is the source, the light, the night, the dark, and daybreak. She is the smell of good mud and the back leg of a fox. The birds which tell us secrets belong to her. She is the voice that says, “This way, this way.””—'Women Who Run With the Wolves', Clarissa Pinkola Estes, Ph.D (via sacredfemininegypsyheart)