Thinking About This Book Again ,,,

"Do you ever dream of land?" The whale asks the tuna.

"No." Says the tuna, "Do you?"

"I have never seen it." Says the whale, "but deep in my body, I remember it."

"Why do you care," says the tuna, "if you will never see it."

"There are bones in my body built to walk through the forests and the mountains." Says the whale.

"They will disappear." Says the tuna, "one day, your body will forget the forests and the mountains."

"Maybe I don't want to forget," Says the whale, "The forests were once my home."

"I have seen the forests." Whispers the salmon, almost to itself.

"Tell me what you have seen," says the whale.

"The forests spawned me." Says the salmon. "They sent me to the ocean to grow. When I am fat with the bounty of the ocean, I will bring it home."

"Why would the forests seek the bounty of the oceans?" Asks the whale. "They have bounty of their own."

"You forget," says the salmon, "That the oceans were once their home."

happy international woman's day... girls... its time to start killing

actually, growing up is feeling like i turned sixteen two days ago. i’ve been eighteen for years. fifteen year olds seem so young. wasn’t i fifteen just a few weeks ago? all my friends and i are still twelve. i’m closer to thirty then to being a baby. i never got to be a kid. i never grew past eight. i can’t talk to my mom. i want to sit in her lap forever. the week is going by so slow. an entire year has passed. i want to decide everything for myself. i need someone to tell me exactly what to do.

aparently an alison brie week, half way through community for the first time and just started a rewatch of GLOW.

i would die for annie edison

First Percy Jackson got greenlit and suddenly out of NOWHERE it got announced that an animated Lunar Chronicles movie is in the works and somewhere deep inside me my middle school self is screaming crying sobbing throwing up at the news

Choose your fighter!!!! 🐙

Reading Khaled Hossieni’s books when I was younger makes you love and appreciate what Afghanistan was before the civil war and the rise of the Taliban. To see and hear what else is happening rn in Afghanistan is heartbreaking, because it feels even more personal when you know what Afghanistan was. That is the power of literature, it connects you to cultures and real lives across the world.

Please keep the people of Afghanistan in your thoughts, and share, share, share. Women and children (particularly girls) will be affected first. They will die. They will leave in a terror filled life, in an open prison. They will be raped, brutalized, forced into submission and executed for any little mistake. Don’t stay quiet. Don’t absolve the ones at fault.

Don’t be quiet about Afghanistan.