This is why I hate texting sometimes.
Every text conversation between me and my siblings summarized in a nutshell
This speaks to me on a spiritual level.
Read more from Supreme Court Justice Ruth Bader Ginsburg’s scathing dissent on Texas’ voter ID law here.
i want a word for the almost-home.
that point where the highway’s monotony becomes familiar
that subway stop whose name will always wake you from day’s-end dozing
that first glimpse of the skyline
that you never loved until you left it behind.
what do you call the exit sign you see even in your dreams?
is there a name for the airport terminal you come back to,
i need a word for rounding your corner onto your street,
for seeing your city on the horizon,
for flying homewards down your highway.
give me a word for the boundary
between the world you went to see
and the small one you call your own.
i want a word for the moment you know
you’re almost home.
idea for a better harry potter epilogue: hagrid is taking a stroll in the forbidden forest, long after the final battle. in the distance, he sees a glint on the forest floor. curious, he walks towards it and picks up what appears to be an oddly shaped rock. when he looks up from examining it, the image of a short wizard is standing before him. he is smiling.