so hold on.
23 years old. Queer. New York. BA in Gender Studies. Germanophile, writer, reader (see my books here), feminist, runner, writer, lover, nerd. More about me :) In recovery from an eating disorder; living with PTSD. Trigger warnings always apply, please take gentle care. What's up, babycakes?
“She comes to me when I’m feelin’ down
Inspires me without a sound
She touches me and I get turned around
She’s got a way of showin’
How I make her feel
And I find the strength to keep on goin’
She’s got a light around her
And ev’rywhere she goes a million
Dreams of love surround her ev’rewhere ”
Gartan Mother’s Lullaby by Melissa Ericco
I sang this song (among many, many others) to my father on his deathbed. I sang this one many times when we were all alone, just me in the room with him, the beep-beeping machines, and me singing this song huskily over and over while stroking his hand or his forehead.
Oh, Daddy, I miss you. Today marks three years since you were taken from us.
When you’re lost you will toss every lucky coin you ever got,
and you’ll hide from your God like he ever turns his back on us.
Then you’ll fall all the way to the bottom and land on your own knife,
and you’ll learn who you are, even if it doesn’t take your life.
- That Wasn’t Me, Brandi Carlile
It’s the Eye of the Tiger, it’s the thrill of the fight.
Risin’ up to the challenge of our rival