Anonyme: I've read in many of your suggestions to people to take a walk, get away from things, and I just wanted to say I did this tonight and I thought of you, however weird that may sound. I was at a party and all these old, horrible feelings came back and I just left and walked around the neighborhood and listened to some music. And it felt pretty right, even if I didn't go as far as I would have liked, and just sat on the sidewalk. But I wanted to say thanks. And I hope you are well.
Wow, it’s messages like these that make me really smile. That makes me happy. You are wonderful :3
Anonyme: Kate!! Hi hello. I see you on my dashboard all the time and you're one of the most VIBRANT, INTERESTING and AUTONOMOUS people i've ever had the pleasure of following. I would be so proud to have a friend like you in real life. Please hold on alright? You are loved, admired and LOVED!!! Don't forget that. Don't ever forget how special you are xoxoxooxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxooxoxoxoxoxoxooxoxoxoxoxoxooxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxooxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxooxoxoxoxo
I wish you had a face :( I love you! A lot!
"We ate the birds. We ate them. We wanted their songs to flow up through our throats and burst out of our mouths, and so we ate them. We wanted their feathers to bud from our flesh. We wanted their wings, we wanted to fly as they did, soar freely among the treetops and the clouds, and so we ate them. We speared them, we clubbed them, we tangled their feet in glue, we netted them, we spitted them, we threw them onto hot coals, and all for love, because we loved them. We wanted to be one with them. We wanted to hatch out of clean, smooth, beautiful eggs, as they did, back when we were young and agile and innocent of cause and effect, we did not want the mess of being born, and so we crammed the birds into our gullets, feathers and all, but it was no use, we couldn’t sing, not effortlessly as they do, we can’t fly, not without smoke and metal, and as for the eggs we don’t stand a chance. We’re mired in gravity, we’re earthbound. We’re ankle-deep in blood, and all because we ate the birds, we ate them a long time ago, when we still had the power to say no."
— Margaret Atwood, The Tent, Eating the Birds (via weaverofstars)
(Source : insipidexpectations, via weaverofstars)