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There’s the story, then there’s the real story, then there’s the story of how the story came to be told. Then there’s what you leave out of the story. Which is part of the story too.

- Margaret Atwood, “MaddAddam” (via stevesbuck)



Evening Post: August 12, 1899.
"She immediately alighted, caught hold of the astonished youth, and gave him a sound thrashing, using her fists in a scientific fashion…”

I would love to know what this means.

I think that might be code for “punched him in the balls with devastating accuracy”.

Lately I’ve really been wanting to share what I’m going through but I don’t want to give energy to the negative emotions. I’m just afraid it won’t get better is all, that everyone I love is going to leave, and that one day my efforts are going to be for nothing. I’ve lost everything before and it can happen again. But you know, so much of life is perspective and I don’t want to be a slave to my anxiety and fear. But some nights the screaming in my head doesn’t stop and my husband is fast sleep… I just watch him and think to myself, “I’m sorry for the pain I’m going to cause.”