Purple Prose

The Office is The Most Depressing Show on Television

Fri, 04 Dec 2009 11:30:43 -0500

goldenfiddle:

By Meghan Keane

You can’t go back. You can only move forward.

Thu, 03 Dec 2009 22:43:12 -0500

You can’t go back. You can only move forward.

milkofamnesia: (via fuckyeahjosephgordonlevitt) Fair Isle + JGL...

Thu, 03 Dec 2009 12:51:47 -0500

milkofamnesia:

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Fair Isle + JGL :)

norsknowsnada: Today is my 25th Birthday!!!! I guess now I...

Thu, 03 Dec 2009 12:49:26 -0500

norsknowsnada:

Today is my 25th Birthday!!!! I guess now I really have to get my life together..

Happy Birthday!!

"Survivors look back and see omens, messages they missed. They remember the tree that died, the gull..."

Thu, 03 Dec 2009 06:40:29 -0500

“

Survivors look back and see omens, messages they missed.

They remember the tree that died, the gull that splattered onto the hood of the car.

”

- Joan Didion, The Year of Magical Thinking

My mother keeps my father’s picture beside her pillow. Before she goes to sleep, she tells...

Tue, 01 Dec 2009 10:20:53 -0500

My mother keeps my father’s picture beside her pillow. Before she goes to sleep, she tells him, “Come back. Come to my dreams.”

She hates to sleep alone. She’s always been afraid of the dark.

at home for thanksgiving

Sat, 28 Nov 2009 13:14:26 -0500

I’m using what was “his” bathroom. On the wall, above the light switch, he kept track of his weight, for about a month before he went into the hospital. He was worried about the increasing gain. He was retaining fluid. The rows of numbers, the dates, his small careful handwriting, the way he added “(naked)” beside one of the numbers…these things that were him impact me more than being at his grave, where my mom weeps and weeps and weeps every time we’ve gone. That mound of earth where he lies beneath is not him. My father is gone, but there are things that remind me of him.

That cold, sinking feeling that I used to get once in awhile when I got really depressed? ...

Mon, 23 Nov 2009 13:14:31 -0500

That cold, sinking feeling that I used to get once in awhile when I got really depressed? Accompanying that feeling would be nameless sense of dread. I now know what that dread is - it was the anticipation of something horrible happening. And now that horrible thing happened - my father dying - already did, I am no longer afraid.

tiresome: magicspells:glitteryfairytales:rockandroses:(via...

Mon, 23 Nov 2009 12:55:30 -0500

tiresome:

magicspells:glitteryfairytales:rockandroses:(via thelovelybones) Yeah.

"Grief turns out to be a place none of us know until we reach it. We anticipate (we know) that..."

Tue, 17 Nov 2009 13:38:00 -0500

“Grief turns out to be a place none of us know until we reach it. We anticipate (we know) that someone close to us could die, but we do not look beyond the few days or weeks that immediately follow such an imagined death.”

- Joan Didion, The Year of Magical Thinking

I wore this to my dad’s funeral.

Mon, 16 Nov 2009 06:33:18 -0500

I wore this to my dad’s funeral.

eulogy

Thu, 12 Nov 2009 06:21:27 -0500

Words cannot adequately express how I feel right now, since what I feel changes from moment to moment. Some days I cannot really believe that my father is gone, because he passed away so suddenly. I only wish I could have told him how much he meant to me before he was gone. But on that final day at the hospital, he never woke up. I never got to say goodbye, so this is my goodbye to my father.

He was a wonderful father who was always there for our family. Family was so important to him. He doted on my sister and me. He would attempt to teach us sports, as a way to bond with us, but we were never the most athletic girls. Even though we were pretty hopelessly uncoordinated, he tried hard. He was so patient.

My father stressed the importance of education – he grew up in Taiwan, went to the most distinguished university there, and came to the United States to further his education and build a better life for him and his family. When I was younger, he was always ready to help me with math or science homework – my past motivation to be a scientist was because of him. He inspired me. My father was a quietly brilliant man.

My father rarely complained about anything. Little things made him happy. He was a great listener and one of the kindest, gentlest people I have ever known. He was good to his friends and the people he cared about and always willing to help.

My father persevered through so much pain, and I hope some of his strength is instilled in me. I am who I am today because of my father. I love you, Daddy, and I will continue to try to make you proud of me.

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Thu, 12 Nov 2009 06:16:19 -0500

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My dad’s been in the hospital for more than two weeks now. I miss him. He’s been...

Fri, 23 Oct 2009 14:09:27 -0400

My dad’s been in the hospital for more than two weeks now. I miss him. He’s been heavily sedated this last week.

Last night, I had a dream that he was better and laughing and talking. I have to keep hoping.

It’s either too much or not enough.

Thu, 24 Sep 2009 23:10:14 -0400

It’s either too much or not enough.

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Tue, 22 Sep 2009 11:35:15 -0400

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tmblg: Ebony and ivory have never sounded so good.

Thu, 17 Sep 2009 09:26:46 -0400

tmblg:

Ebony and ivory have never sounded so good.

sandinmymouth: damnedifyouforget: via...

Tue, 08 Sep 2009 11:55:41 -0400

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damnedifyouforget:

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I bet a cat named Brutus needs one of these.

My cat’s name is Brutus! And he’s ORANGE! And even if he did have one of those he wouldn’t use it.

Aw! Cats want to be ON the computer, not set to the side.

eatsleepdraw: vicious cycle. I paint daily autobiographical...

Wed, 02 Sep 2009 09:38:25 -0400

eatsleepdraw:

vicious cycle.

I paint daily autobiographical comics…see them all at www.melindaboyce.com!

I am so afraid of that.

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Wed, 02 Sep 2009 09:36:27 -0400

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