labellemichelle
The time I learnt about the word 'montage' was in English class. I had a few good friends that year but there were a lot of snobby precocious girls, too. The best time was when Ms. Bentley crawled under a desk to sing a song. Good days. I did well, too.
Remember remember the fifth of November...
that little three year old had a sparkler and a big grin on her face. She would look back as an adult and laugh at the photo - the happiness, the grin, the pyjamas, the ludicrousy of giving a toddler a firework... She would reminisce. Nostalgia has its advantages.
Despair is one of the few emotions that I understand whole-heartedly. I understand its depth, its persistency, its ability to drown out everything else. I know the blade and the noose, I have a box full of suicide letters from the past 6 years or so. I am generally ok now, but it doesn't leave me alone completely, and there is still a hurdle to overcome.
It's pretty mint how people can all talk online these days. No longer do you have to have the awkward niceties before asking someone something directly. I recently signed up to an online dating website for fun, and today someone asked if I want to spank them. The answer is no, but you gotta appreciate that sort of bluntness.