"People still use this?"

— Haruki Murakami, Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and His Years of Pilgrimage

The One Where We All Lost A Friend

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He asked me when I fell in love with him and I knew it sounded dramatic to say the moment I saw him, so I told him this story of my grandma who had Alzheimer's- she forgot her name and the words for fruit and food, she forgot her address and how to use the washroom, all her life lost to the disease. The only thing she remembered was her son's name and when that began to fade, the one thing she always remembered was that she loved him, even in illness, even in insanity. She saw this 6 foot 2 man with a scrubby beard and she didn't know him but she said she trusted him, she asked him to hold her hand when she died. When does memory end and love begin? All I know is- she loved him before she remembered him.

-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The world is a sphere of ice and our hands are made of fire

March 16th 2022 is a special date. It’s the third day, of the third week, of the third month, of the third year, of the third decade, of the third millennia.

no ive never seen her face bro but the way she blogs is so sexy