Dear Tumblr, I haven’t posted on you in awhile. That’s cool—I think you’re doing just fine without me. Sincerely, Alicia
STOP freaking out about funeral selfies! xo <3 http://hyperallergic.com/91660/stop-freaking-out-about-funeral-selfies/
horses | via Tumblr sur We Heart It. http://weheartit.com/entry/79376773/via/the_MuMie
<3 all the pretty horses <3 birdsoflace !
By Alicia Eler
I. First Word
“Owl” is a difficult word for a child to pronounce. As the “o” of “owl” wraps itself around my tongue and tiny teeth, I voice “w” and “l,” until my mouth understands what shape to take. Then my lips come back together, the tip of my tongue resting on the roof of my mouth, just behind my two front teeth. I whisper the word—”owl”—again, surprised by my power. My grandmother Edna and my great aunt Betty turn their heads, then grab each other’s hands. I stare into Edna’s brown eyes, then pluck a sweet red strawberry from her plate. On television, the Cubs batter hits a home run, interrupting our moment. Everyone knows about owl.
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