If it's not too personal, what is your view on religion? You often poke fun at it in your books. Is that how you really feel about it?
What I value about religion is how it structures the major events in our lives. It gives us ceremonies and rituals for recognizing transitions from childhood to adulthood, into marriage, the birth of children, and death. It gives us a script so we’re not racing along, ignoring important milestones. And it unites a community on a weekly basis and imposes some time of reflection that allows members to confess the burden of their offenses and rejoin their peers. All the social structures of religion, I can recognize and appreciate. Plus I enjoy the sense of awe that church services can create — especially the Latin Mass with its mysterious language and incense ( as altar boys, we referred to a full formal Mass as a ‘Smells and Bells’ ceremony )
It’s when religion presents a narrative of the afterlife that I balk. I’d prefer to think that an afterlife is beyond anything people on Earth can imagine.
found this song on my computer that me and dev of majical cloudz made in like 2009 about our cat voignamir who at the time was on very bad terms with us because we were forcing him to diet and so he was like, very violent but literally like 20 or 30 pounds.
i dont know why it sounds like indie rock haha, neither of us really make music like this
You’re mostly what I think about and I’m proud I’ve been coasting on this singles route But I still hear your name in wedding bells Will I look better or will I look the same rotting in hell? You’re the only proper noun I need
“I didn’t fall in love with you. I walked into love with you, with my eyes wide open, choosing to take every step along the way. I do believe in fate and destiny, but I also believe we are only fated to do the things that we’d choose anyway. And I’d choose you; in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I’d find you and I’d choose you.”—(via spuandi)
“Before you say yes, get him angry. See him scared, see him wanting, see him sick. Stress changes a person. Find out if he drinks and if he does, get him drunk — you’ll learn more about his sober thoughts. Discover his addictions. See if he puts you in front of them. You can’t change people, baby girl. If they are made one way, it doesn’t just wear off. If you hate how he acts when he’s out of it now, you’re going to hate it much worse eight years down the road. You might love him to bits but it doesn’t change that some people just don’t fit.”—inkskinned, “My father’s recipe for the man I should marry” (via olivia-ross)
“He was just a boy. No more than 16 years old. He called me Mom. And he was so sick, he died before morning.”—
WWI nurse Linnie Leckrone recalling the front
Leckrone was one of the first women to be awarded the Silver Star for her work in the Gas and Shock team during WWI. However, she was discharged from the Army before being awarded her medal, and it was posthumously awarded to her daughter in 2007 by the US Army.
There are two people you’ll meet in your life. One will run a finger down the index of who you are and jump straight to the parts of you that peak their interest. The other will take his or her time reading through every one of your chapters and maybe fold corners of you that inspired them most. You will meet these two people; it is a given. It is the third that you’ll never see coming. That one person who not only finishes your sentences, but keeps the book.