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timorleste:

In French, you don’t really say “I miss you.” You say “tu me manques,” which is closer to “you are missing from me.”

I love that. “You are missing from me.” You are a part of me, you are essential to my being. You are like a limb, or an organ, or blood. I cannot function without you.

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“It sounds like you’re proposing,”
“….shut up, Rogers,”

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I’m not usually one for personal posts like this, but on this occasion I feel as though I need to say something - partly because I think my mother belongs on a blog alongside the things I consider to be beautiful, but mostly because without the support of my wonderful friends here, the last few months would have been far worse. I will forever be grateful to you all for being here at times when I’ve found things hard to handle, making me laugh or stay positive at a time when the odds were stacked against me pretty badly.

Around January last year my mum was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer and, after 18 months of trying to fight it with radiotherapy and chemotherapy courses, yesterday she died. Throughout the entire length of her illness she stayed incredibly positive and faced each day with an unimaginable amount of courage. 

In many ways my mum was just a normal person, but I will always consider her to be one of the most beautiful people I’ve had the privilege to know. My memories of spending time with her are almost entirely positive, and always reassure me of the love she felt for me, my father and my brother and sister - something I know I’m lucky to have experienced. She was always open-minded and accepting of whatever choices I made, and of who I was, and supported me in whatever ways she could.

People always look at me now and say how sad it is to be losing her when I’m only eighteen, but I’m so so grateful for the time that I did have. Thanks to her I can look back on lovely moments of making her laugh, shuffle-dancing our way around the tiny kitchen; watching endless hours of bad chick flicks; looking up during a meal to find her watching me simply because she loved to do it; her reading Harry Potter to me as a kid, and me reading her favourite book to her for mother’s day; her holding my hand on the way to school and me holding hers as she told me everything would be okay, even if we both knew it wasn’t.

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My lovely mother:

Your beautiful view of the world will always inspire me, and I will carry your love with me wherever I go.

~~~

Thank you for reading this - I just needed to take a moment to say that I love her, and that I’ll miss her constantly. The next few weeks are going to be particularly difficult with funeral arrangements and my final exams in the middle of June, so I’m not sure how I’ll feel about posting here during that time. The support and acceptance I’ve found here means I’ll probably end up spending at least a little of these next weeks here, but if I find myself unable to maintain this blog, I can only apologise and hope that you’ll stick around until I find my feet again, as each one of you means a great deal to me.

christyleighstewart:

Avengers: Science Boyfriends by =brilcrist

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Markus Zusak, The Book Thief

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“The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock”, T.S. Eliot

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kadabbs:

The Final Problem

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