le lapin gris

HAPPY FRIDAY!

Su (by Wei Wang)

Anonymous asked: whats your name

my initials are NY like the city and state

The Curious Case of Benjamin Button

I guess in the end, we just never made each other truly happy - not a momentary gleeful happiness (as we had plenty of that), but a deep-seated happiness that winds its way around your heart and takes root into that fleshy muscle so it can be afford to be still for just a moment.  We never inspired from each other’s lips words such as ‘forever’ and ‘always’ often enough that it became tattooed onto our brains and minds and thoughts and tempers and voices and hands.  He would never say things like, “You are mine,” even though he presumed it by his actions and demands and I whispered this often to myself.

On one of our last nights together, we saw Dinner for Schmucks.  I had to keep from shedding a single tear because I knew if I’d let the floodgates unbar, there would be no stopping all of my sadness from pouring out.  He loved her and even though he was selfish and mean and inconsiderate, his heart was gold for her.  And I knew mine was not so for me.  But I didn’t cry.  He called me heartless in a joking way that made me feel silly.  The irony still resounds.

There’s a deep pit at the bottom of my stomach and simultaneously a hole in my soul that tends to rip slowly but surely at every little memory that brings me back to the past and reminds me that I’m no longer with him in the present.  I’ve tried to write many times since that day, but my pride has kept me from finishing my thoughts.  But I must write.  I have to find a way to write out all of the poison I hold inside so I’ll be able to forgive myself and forgive him.  

I was listening to something today that said something like you shouldn’t feel like goodbyes are unbearable and devastating because you never know what’s in store for you.  It’s true.  I don’t know what’s in store for me.  But whatever it is, it’ll be different.  And for now, I can’t help but mourn this loss, no matter how blatantly obvious it is to the rest of the world and possibly to me and him, that this was for the best.

This September, Licia Ronzulli, Italy’s MEP, attended a voting session of European Parliament with her baby girl in order to draw attention to women’s rights.

Bravo.

(Photo by Reuters/Vincent Kessler, via Capucha. This photo has made the blog rounds, but I can’t help re-posting)

A CUP OF JO: Babywearing in Parliament

I can’t help it either.  This is awesome.

I Loved, I Lost, I Made Spaghetti by Giulia Melucci

Susan Sarandon (CNN article)