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I'm Kristin. I'm 23. I'm neurotic, awesome, insecure, ballsy, opinionated and loving. I have the most amazing life.

Love (in no particular order): Josh (aka sagansapien), my fur children, veggies (especially asparagus), pumpkins, sunflowers, when books are perfectly broken in, documentaries, sociology, feminism, carl sagan, weeds, chickens, my amazing, world-changing beautiful friends, futurama, human rights of all varieties, red wine, old trees and hammocks

Dislike: intolerance, injustice, hatred and condiments, particularly mayo

Posts tagged "death"

The life of the dead is placed in the memory of the living.

Cicero

Do not stand
at my grave and weep.
I am not there
I do not sleep.

I am a thousand
winds that blow.
I am the
diamond
glints on snow.

I am the
sunlight
on the ripened
grain.

I am the
gentle autumn’s
rain.

When you awaken
in the morning hush,
I am the swift
uplifting rush
of quiet birds in
circled flight.

I am the
soft stars that
shine
at night.

Do not stand
at my grave
and cry:
I am not there,
I did not die.

My Spirit is still alive.

Mary E. Frye

We don’t ‘get over’ the deepest pains of life, nor should we. ‘Are you over it?’ is a question that cannot be asked by someone who has been through ‘it,’ whatever ‘it’ is. It’s an anxious question, an asking for reassurance that cannot be given. During an average lifetime there are many pains, many grieves to be borne. We don’t ‘get over’ them; we learn to live with them, to go on growing and deepening, and understanding…

Madeleine L’Engle, Sold Into Egypt

My 1,000th post is for you, Daddy. There is so much I wanted you to be here for and your absence in my life is one that will never stop hurting. For all your faults, you were my father and a loving and kind soul. I know I told you often how glad I was to be your daughter and how much I appreciated having you in my life, but I only wish I could tell you again. My amazing friend Chris sent me these words of comfort along with others to provide me with some support during this impossible time. I will always be your little girl (even if I am almost as tall as you were). Thank you for all the happy memories, the life lessons, the unconditional love - no one in this world will ever love me like you did and I will miss you every day for the rest of my life. Me to you too, Baby Beast

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This is so freaking beautiful, and very Whitman

The opposite of love is not hate, it’s indifference. The opposite of art is not ugliness, it’s indifference. The opposite of faith is not heresy, it’s indifference. And the opposite of life is not death, it’s indifference.

Elie Wiesel