I am: a theatre kid through and through. A Doctor Who fan til the day i die. a lover of chocolate and anything within that realm. a traveler. a sister. a daughter. a friend.......
I will: create art always. travel the world. never pass up the chance to curl up with a good book. love the life i lead, the good and the bad, for after all....there is no day but today.
“Grief does not change you, Hazel. It reveals you.” - The Fault In Our Stars, John Green
The oxygen nubs weren’t in her nose anymore,of course. They would have been taken out because she didn’t need them anymore. I’m glad they did it she felt free when they weren’t in. Like she was more herself than her cancer.they’d fixed her hair in a strange fashion that she would have despised.She was wearing the dress that she wore to Oranjee. Unconventional, but she would have preferred it this way.
I knelt down, and wished for a moment that I was kneeling for different reasons.I stroked her face. "I Love you," I whispered, although I don’t know how much sound got past my lips. "Present tense. Okay ?"
She didn’t respond of course. I lean down and kissed her cheek."Okay," I said for her, and backed away. the people who were watching me at the casket snapped their eyes away.
I looked at it.”Thank you.”
I stuck my hand inside it and found a box of Camel Lights.
The parents were walking back down the hill to the car. I looked at the box. The last keepsake, the last piece of my great star-crossed love that I would ever hold in my hands.
I took out a cigarette and reached for the lighter in my back pocket.The button was stiff, because it had never been pressed.
I pressed it now.Slipped the cigarette between my teeth. And I lit it.
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“There will come a time when all of us are dead. All of us. There will come a time when there are no human beings remaining to remember that anyone ever existed or that our species ever did anything. There will be no one left to remember Aristotle or Cleopatra, let alone you. Everything that we did and built and wrote and thought and discovered will be forgotten and all of this will have been for naught. Maybe that time is coming soon and maybe it is millions of years away, but even if we survive the collapse of our sun, we will not survive forever. There was time before organisms experienced consciousness, and there will be time after. And if the inevitability of human oblivion worries you, I encourage you to ignore it. God knows that’s what everyone else does.”
― John Green, The Fault in Our Stars
"C’mon Hazel Graze, take a risk"
Nick Meek is an internationally acclaimed photographer working in the fine art, editorial and advertising fields. Nick’s work touches on everyone’s ability to sense and feel atmosphere. Whether it is a galloping horse in the desert, kids crossing the street, discarded shoes on a carpet or a majestic landscape, his pictures capture, not only a sense of the moment, but also the feeling. (src. Siobhan Squire)
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