So here I am
At a convenience store
Just at the outskirts
Of a place I call home
At 3:32 am
Of the “what ifs”
That have piled up—
In all my years of mad existence
—and turned into
—This was written exactly a year ago. Not much has changed after all.
This is the worst kind of tired. The not-physical kind. The kind where you lie in bed and you sleep through half the day because what’s outside is too unforgiving and too unwelcome for you to face. And when you actually get the courage to go out, the world basically confirms what you’ve dreaded most. I am that kind of tired, and don’t know anything else but that.
American author, activist, and lecturer Helen Keller, June 11, 1916 (via womenaresociety)
Reminder that Helen Keller was a bad ass, and the fact that people only remember her as an “inspirational” child is really annoying.