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currently in Toronto, ON. I miss the ocean.

 

I thought that after talking to me he would decide that I was normal and leave me alone. But I was beginning to understand something about normality. Normality wasn’t normal. It couldn’t be. If normality were normal, everybody could leave it alone. They could sit back and let normality manifest itself. But people - especially doctors - had doubts about normality. They weren’t sure normality was up to the job. And so they felt inclined to give it a boost.

Middlesex, Jeffrey Eugenides

nationalgeographicmagazine:

Winter Morning, Yosemite
Photograph by Tony WilliamsAll that is required to surprise and delight is to go out early on a winter morning in Yosemite and keep your eyes open wide.

Want to go there one day.

nationalgeographicmagazine:

Winter Morning, Yosemite
Photograph by Tony Williams
All that is required to surprise and delight is to go out early on a winter morning in Yosemite and keep your eyes open wide.

Want to go there one day.

A doctor once told me I feel too much. I said,’ so does God; that’s why you can see the Grand Canyon from the moon.’

Andrea Gibson, “Jellyfish” (via queerbetweenthelines)

It’s a disgusting mess we come through to be born, the sticky-wet of blood and afterbirth, mother wailing, child crying… The helpless soft spot at the top of its head pulsing, waiting to be kissed. Our parents and teachers say it’s a miracle, but it’s not. It’s going to happen no matter what, there’s no choice in the matter. To my mind, a miracle is something that could go one way or another. The fact that something happens, when by all rights it shouldn’t, is what makes us take notice, it’s what saints are made of, it takes the breath away. How a mother comes to love her child, her caring at all for this thing that’s made her heavy, lopsided and slow, this thing that made her wish she were dead… That’s the miracle.

The Birth House, Ami McKay