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Dear MomDear Mom,
[I know this really isn't a letter like I promised, but you should be used to me giving less then I say I will]
I'm going to feel bad, throwing you into the ocean.
I'm going to have to clench my teeth, close my eyes, and grip my hip [because you're there, forever; in jagged scar tissue with upside down mountain capped M's and a blocky O, you're there, forever.] to keep myself from diving in after you and gathering you back together with the finest cheesecloth, molding you back together and filling you with all the beautiful things you've been drained of. I'll jam sea glass in your eye sockets and replace your weak bird bones with coral, I'll fill your lungs with saltwater [because oxygen obviously never worked; I almost miss that respirator keeping me awake at night] and wrap you with seaweed to hold you together again.
And I'll let you speak by jamming the truths to all my lies I've told you down your throat. I will whispersobconfess all my dirty deeds. I will tell yo
This Common BloodI am young when I first hear the word 'adoption'. I am so very young, perhaps three, maybe four. I accept it easily when my mother sits me down and explains that I did not grow beneath her heart, but rather in it. I nod my head, smile big, and ask when I'm getting a little sister. My mother kisses me on the forehead and puts her hand on my head as she stands up. "If you wish on a star, Sarah, maybe she will be here very soon." I practice my wishing until night's companions wink merrily in the sky.
I turned seventeen just recently. I thought of you when I woke up, and I wondered if you were thinking of me. I like to think that you were, that we think of each other at the same time. That you know I think of you, too. There is no limit to what I wonder, Anna, not when it comes to me and you and everyone else that shares this common blood. I wonder if you have my eyes, the green with murky brown mostly, but bright and vivid when I am angry. Do you have the nose, lips, smile? Do
what to do- Art VS Parents
Art career VS Parents is actually a very very common issue in many different countries.
First of all, you are not alone in this struggle, many many people are on the same boat sharing the same problem, including your parents.
A lot of parents tend to think doing art makes you starve, and you will be poor all your life if you want to become an artist. They are dead set on "a certain career means more money therefore means more steady life"
Truth is... whatever that popular career is... it may become less popular later because of so many people going into the field, thus lowering the demand. The supply and demand principle applies to all fields, jobs market changes.
OK. To start with the conversation... Lets make sure we know what they think that an "art career" is~~~
Research and Communicate:
Usually they don't know ANYTHING about that career you want to go into, usually the best way to go about it is research how much "salary" you will get paid with doing a certain job
I miss ya, mate.Dear friend,
when we stumbled over each other in the Australian outback in 99, I was young and eager to explore the wild on my own, something you had already achieved long before. I did not know your name, nor your face, and you, ever so humble, appreciated that more than I knew. With me, you were able to be an ordinary man.
Camp Cooee turned upside down with you around, as it sometimes did, despite its location way out in the bush, nestled between the trees. We became friends and brothers in arms for a brief time, and despite my inability to explain the theory of relativity to someone as hyper as you, you still perked up and listened with a bright shine in your eyes when I told you that all the world and its inhabitants are made from stardust. It was the same shine you always had when we talked about wildlife.
I'm thankful to have learned a great deal from you about the outback, survival methods, how to deal with snakes and other dangerous wildlife. It has been my honor and privilege
Letter to a motherDear Mummy,
Today I want to write a few words to you, before I leave you once again, for another year in a cold country two continents away from you and Daddy.
Five years ago I shouted at you, from the doorway of my room on the first floor, "I will never marry anyway, just so I can avoid your mistakes: being as poor a mother as you have been to your children!" You did not shed a tear as you stood there on the ground floor, and silently let your only daughter break your heart.
Ten years ago, in all the shops that you took me to, to buy me the brightly-coloured DMC embroidery thread I used for my tapestries, you would stand and listen with patience as every salesgirl would whisper to you conspiratorially, "She's such a little brat, isn't she?" while I stamped my foot because the greens they had were not the green I wanted. You never voiced agreement with them. You only hurried me and we would leave ten minutes later, a big bundle of embroidery thread in tow.
Dear Mummy, whe
dear best friend.there is something so beautiful about you. i think thats why i love you.
you give me something to think about, to laugh about, to cry about, to rant about. you let me know that i'm actually living and i have a reason to be smiling at all the silly things i do.
you piss me off. you irritate me to no end. you are so god damn self centered and so arrogant and so god damn adorable i can't begin to tell you how many times i would pull down the stars just to see you smile or to get a god damn kiss or hug.
dear best friend,
please don't leave. ever.
a very devoted me.
Abe writes to SMeyer....My dearest Stephanie Meyer,
I know upon receiving this letter your first reaction will be to disregard it as some kind of joke. I assure you, however, the return address you see scrawled on the back of this envelope is very real, and so am I for quite some time, actually, despite what your history books may say.
But I digress; my existence is hardly the matter I wish to discuss with you. Does the name "Twilight" ring a bell? I should hope so. For that is the topic of the following letter.
I must admit, when I first heard about this series, I felt only a mild twinge of irritation: Just another vampire romance novel, I thought-full of inaccuracies and dark, brooding anti-heroes. While I could go on and on with my quibbles about any sort of romance with a vampire, your "Twilight" particularly caught my attention.
I'll be frank with you, Mrs. Meyer: it was the most inaccurate interpretation of vampi