the nyt’s obituaries for serial killers and mass murderers like timothy mcveigh and ted bundy are kinder than the obituary for mike brown
Miley Cyrus won the biggest award up for grabs at the VMA’s last night, winning “Video Of The Year” and instead of just going up on stage and taking her trophy, she very kindly took a young homeless man with her to represent the homeless community. She took him as her date then sent him up to collect the award for her, and he had written and said a lovely speech about being homeless and the charity whilst miley looked on in tears. Don’t you ever tell me she doesn’t have a heart of gold, she is an amazing human being.
Some people bring out the worst in you, others bring out the best, and then there are those remarkably rare, addictive ones who just bring out the most. Of everything. They make you feel so alive that you’d follow them straight into hell, just to keep getting your fix.
I want you to hold my hand while we grocery shop. I want you to play with my hair while we watch our favorite tv shows. I want you to kiss me in the middle of my sentence because you wanted to taste my words. I want you to rub my back as we fall asleep. I want you to play my favorite song when I look sad. I want you to do these things without having to think about them. Do them because you love me.
He could barely look at her so they sat in silence for a while.
And then abruptly, sometime between sunset and sunrise, he got up and left without a sound.
And she felt like crying because love was supposed to be enough to make someone stay, and she loved him more than she knew how. But her throat was dry and the only sound coming from her mouth was a half choke half hiccup which made her want to laugh.
So she cried a little and laughed a lot and her emotions were so tangled if someone asked how she felt there would be no valid answer.
"Everything." She whispered, "and nothing."
"I feel everything and nothing. And I only know that I want it all to stop for a while.
She paused. “A while, or perhaps forever.”
Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #48 (via blossomfully)