“...his love was too much for him, he felt paralyzed, he wanted to sleep inside her lungs and breathe her blood and be smothered.”- tim o'brien, the things they carried
“the true magic of this broken world lay in the ability of the things it contained to vanish, to become so thoroughly lost, that they might never have existed in the first place.” - michael chabon, the amazing adventures of kavalier & clay
"and i ask you right here please to agree with me that a scar is never ugly. that is what the scar makers want us to think. but you and i, we must make an agreement to defy them. we must see all scars as beauty. okay? this will be our secret. because take it from me, a scar does not form on the dying. a scar means, i survived.” - chris cleave, little bee
“what is the soul? what color is it? i suspected my soul, being mischievous, might slip away while i was dreaming and fail to return. i did my best not to fall asleep, to keep it inside of me where it belonged.” - patti smith, just kids
*The little bee returns for a visit, bringing tea and tiny biscuits! She hopes you enjoy her little treat, and that you have many smiles today and this coming week!* 💜🐝
Ohhh thank you little bee! I will enjoy this treat <33
From my bathroom in CO a few years ago. Little Bee used to hide and ambush people on the toilet. We would have to check for her in the cabinets and drawers before letting guests go in there.
You were floating in the water when I first saw you. You were writhing. In my hand I held my goggles, so I scooped you up and dumped you onto the poolside.
You sat there for a long, long time. You looked too weak to move your little body. I tried to help you- I blew on your wings in hopes that they would dry, I made my brother leave while you recovered-
But it didn't work. I watched as you curled up and your legs bent inwards.
You died.
I blew you to a pillar. People are less likely to step on your corpse.
Rest in peace, little one. I wish you luck in the bee afterlife.