I AM A LEAF ON THE WIND turned 10 today!
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Holy shit how has this been going on for a decade.
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be more kind // frank turner
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Halifax Gothic
- “The sidewalk is closed, pedestrians must use other side.” There are pedestrians beyond the sign.
- You go to cross the Macdonald Bridge. It is closed. You cross the Mackay. You see the Macdonald Bridge is open on this side.
- The echo of cannonfire. It is noon.
- You miss the 1. You make eye contact with the driver as he goes by. You turn around … the 1 is there again. Isn’t that the same driver?
- The thick fog rolls in. You trust the water is still there by the foghorns.
- The smell of decay fills the hot summer air. “Don’t worry,” the locals assure visitors, “It’s just the water.”
- “Don’t swim in the harbour,” the locals warn. You see people catching fish and taking them home.
- You walk up Spring Garden. You walk up Young. You walk up Sackville. You never seem to walk down.
- You are told you’re at Pizza Corner. A single pizza parlour adorns this corner. Many pizza parlours adorn many corners.
- The Harbour Hopper goes down Barrington again. The announcer sounds desperate. The passengers already know. They would like to hop the harbour now.
Note to self
Do not start reading long in-depth emotional slow burn fics if they aren’t completed. You will catch up. You will be sad.
here’s a new thing I’m trying: when I’m thinking of someone or something reminds me of someone and they’e not someone I talk to often I just text them or whatever anyway instead of having anxiety over whether it’s weird or not to tell someone they’d like the netflix special I just watched.
gift from @nicpicslox that mom and dad brought home. Relevant to my interests.
Games are happening.
Downloaded a PDF from AO3 of the fic I’m reading so I can read is sneakily on the desk. Which is when I realize It’s over 400 pages. That’s a novel. Im reading a novel.
Anyway. It’s nice that people are still writing massive Harry Potter fics that I want to read.
I bought this in the fall as a 30th birthday gift to myself. It was supposed to be here by last month so I thought it got lost in the mail. It arrived today, exactly one day after I emailed the company about not getting it.
Most of my library teens were 7 when I made my tumblr which is weirder than the teens that followed my tumblr 8 years ago being adults now.
I know empathy is part of what I asked for when I decided I wanted to feel things again. But fuck empathy is just the hardest emotion to have. You just get heartbroken about things you can’t even fix or effect cause they don’t involve you in any way. And I just have so many feelings and care so deeply and when people I care about are hurting my whole soul rips in half feeling it all.
Okay so maybe last week at Yule Ball we encouraged two of our sweet shy nerdy teens, who obviously have had crushes on each other for a while, to dance together. And maybe they exchanged numbers after Yule Ball. And maybe they went on a date on the weekend. Ahhh cute baby love in the library. ☺️☺️☺️
Living my best life with a little festive Vince Guaraldi Trio. Quiet Friday night after a long week.
Tumblr I miss you. I just don’t have time for you.
We held a Yule Ball for 400 teens and adults at the library tonight. I have a new Instagram for work stuff that you can follow if you want to see cool teen services library stuff. Instagram.com/mary.central
This little nugget is all fur and legs.
Field trip to the dollar store for Yule Ball prep! Supplies for house point counters and Honeydukes table!