gwenyth
Wind in the Willows. My mom read them to me once when I was a kid.
A girl I just saw at my track meet- she had a beauty spot on her lip.
MY beauty-ish spot.
the meercats at the zoo that we used to see.
The way that winter feels. The shaking of nervousness.
The aching I feel in my bones after a long run.
The fact that life is not eternal. We all have an expiration date, eventually.
My ex-best-friends dog.
A picture in my old history text of a medieval cemetary.
A mental picture of my Grandma Dodi spreading my uncle's ashes.
the only word on a vocabulary page. Nothing's comforting IT.
my mother comforting me, crying, on my bed
My friends helping me
my sister, me helping her after a breakup
my dads awfulness at comforting