"Theory" by Dorothy Parker

Into love and out again,
Thus I went, and thus I go.
Spare your voice, and hold your pen-
Well and bitterly I know
All the songs were ever sung,
All the words were ever said;
Could it be, when I was young,
Some one dropped me on my head? 

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Tokushige Hideki, Queen of the Night, 2013

These delicate flowers are made from the bones and fur of frozen mice sold at pet stores. After constructing the flowers and photographing them, the artist destroys the pieces and buries the remains, “re-enacting the process of life and death that leaves behind only memories…”

via Found Wonders

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Single Mom

I really don’t understand how a man can just walk away from a child. I could understand if he was tired of me, but how do you not think twice about your own flesh and blood? How heartless can you possibly be? I tried to tell myself I am ok, but it starts to get to you, the closer the day comes. I know how much I adore my father, its so sad my baby won’t know how that feels. People tell me women do it everyday, but that doesn’t make me feel better. I don’t want someone else raising my baby while I have to work. I don’t understand why we weren’t good enough. He is going to lead a sad lonely life, and it will be all his fault.