Pet Peeves #1

Pet Peeves #1

When I see a beautiful and aesthetically pleasing looking book being photographed and posted on Tumblr, and I zoom in enough to read an awesome sentence from that book, (which gets me hooked by the way) but I can’t find the title or the author of the awesome book. Anywhere! Not even in the little notes that other people leave behind! Please, my fellow book lovers, end this torment! Give me more than a tempting image of a good book and page number. I would like to read it but I can’t unless you identify it! Thank you for reading my rant. 

Hi everybody!!! 

Good Morning! On my side of world, it’s a very beautiful day. I just finished writing the review for this book. It’s on the blog previous to this one so, please, check it out! For those of you interested, this is what the book looks like:

Nice, right? And there’s the bookmark I used. Isn’t it cute? “Smile every day” - that’s what it says. Well, actually, you don’t have to listen to the book mark, but you should because it’s great advice. If you check out this book, let me know so I can be happy about the word being spread. 

Enjoy! 

I am reblogging  because I want us to remember the people in Paris and to pray for them and support them, just like the rest of the world. We should think of the people suffering and mourn for them, and we should not spread the hatred for that will give these terrible people exactly what they want. 

#prayforParis 😳

My sister talks to me in this monotone, disinterested voice. It sounds frigid and gravelly as she delivers these clipped answers to me, but I can always catch a hint of impatient annoyance during those rare moments when we share a conversation together. As if I’m a child she has to tolerate and she can’t wait for our conversations to be over.

I know she doesn’t respect me but it still hurts to hear her openly admit it to me. She didn’t even have the decency to look me in the eyes when she told me this. She was too busy playing with her new Nintendo Switch.

She’s 19 years old and I’m 25, but I still don’t know what I’ve done to make her hate me to such a degrading degree; She refuses to talk to me, refuses to listen me, refuses to even look at me when ever I try to include her into my life. She’s trying to erase my existence from her life as she ignores me everyday.

I told her that I don’t want us to be distant, I don’t want us to be such a broken family, but she just dismissed me with a shrug and a snide, clipped answer: our brother and our dog are enough for her. I’m replaced by a dog. I’ve been replaced by a dog.

I still love my sister. I admire her confidence, her intelligence, her unfiltered mouth. She enjoys so much freedom in her life without ever compromising her independence or submitting to authority. She’s always in control and if she can’t figure something out, she’s undeterred. She never stops that vivacious way of living.

I try to respect her. I try to give her space. I wait for her to come to me and let her know that she can lean on me, no matter what. But I’m tired of this indifference. I’m tired of feeling like the dismissive employee she can’t wait to fire. It’s hard being on the receiving end of this treatment, especially from family. It’s nice to feel like she can rely on her big sister, but that’s when she needs to find extra cash from somewhere.

I think, at this point, it’s better to be strangers with her than family. She’s always been nicer to strangers. We’re already at that point and I’ve just been slow with the uptake this whole time.

We shouldn’t take our hatred out on a group just because we’re in pain. Please, pray for peace and pray for the safety of innocent lives who are still with us.

#prayforhumanity #paris #restinpeace #prayforparis #prayforgaza #prayforpeace #terrorismhasnoreligion

My shadow said to me: what is the matter Isn’t the moon warm enough for you why do you need the blanket of another body?

Margaret Atwood, “The Shadow Voice” (via wordsnquotes)

this shadow sounds mean.