Phuk-et Island New York
To Rewrite a Memory

taylorsteelenyc:

You stay outside.

Let the dark creep into your cup.

Let it sink you empty.

Let it laugh you belly out.

Sit on the concrete next to a boy whose hand

You want to touch because you haven’t learned about hands yet.

Instead, get another drink. Another drink.

Forget to follow your friends…

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holy. fuckballz.

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(Source: before-series-three)

corneliapornelia:

Hit me

yes.

nedhepburn:

Girls.

fuckin right.

nedhepburn:

Girls.

fuckin right.

the-intern-archives:

The internet wishes you a merry christmas.

that’s real.

the-intern-archives:

The internet wishes you a merry christmas.

that’s real.

nedhepburn:

Via Gothamist:

Heroic Teachers, Staff Protected Children During CT Mass School Shooting
In the wake of yesterday’s horrific Connecticut elementary school shooting—which left 27 people dead, including 20 children—investigators are still trying to make sense of the timeline of events, let alone any possible motives. Many stories have now emerged about the heroic teachers and staff who were able to protect their students—and that includes several adults who sacrificed their lives to do so.
Not all of the victim’s names have been released yet (they are expected to be released sometime this morning), but at least three of the six adults who were killed during the tragedy have been identified as 47-year-old Principal Dawn Lafferty Hochsprung, 56-year-old school psychologist Mary Sherlach, and 27-year-old first grade teacher Victoria Soto. According to the Times, Hochsprung buzzed alleged shooter Adam Lanza into the school after she recognized him as the son of Nancy Lanza, believed to be a substitute teacher at Sandy Hook Elementary School.
School therapist Diane Day told the Wall Street Journal that staff members had been in a meeting when the violence began. “We were there for about five minutes chatting and we heard, ‘pop pop pop,’ ” she said. “I went under the table.” Hochsprung and Sherlach both went toward the sound of the shooting: “They didn’t think twice about confronting or seeing what was going on,” Day said. “At first we heard a bunch of kids scream, and then it was just quiet and all you could hear was the shooting.” Both women were reportedly fatally shot execution-style, like many of the victims.
Day said another teacher, who hasn’t been identified, pressed her body against the door to hold it shut. She was shot through the door in the leg and arm. “She was our hero,” Day said. An eight-year-old student told CBS that another teacher pulled him from the hallway as bullets were flying by. “I saw some of the bullets going down the hall that I was right next to and then a teacher pulled me into her classroom,” he said.
A cousin of first grade teacher Soto told ABC that she died trying to save her students: “The family was informed that she was trying to shield, get her children into a closet and protect them from harm, and by doing that put herself between the gunman and the children,” Jim Wiltsie said. “And that’s when she was tragically shot and killed…It brings peace to know that Vicki was doing what she loved, protecting the children,” he said. “And in our eyes, she is a hero.”
Music teacher Maryrose Kristopik told the News she barricaded her class of 15 kids in a cupboard, where she held them close and talked to them gently. “We hid in a closet, we stayed quiet, we held hands, we hugged,” she said. “I tried to talk to them calmly.” While they were inside, Lanza reportedly stood outside banging on the door and screaming, “Let me in! Let me in!”
First-grade teacher Kaitlin Roig told ABC a similar story: she hid her 14 students (ages 6 and 7) in the class restroom, with some atop the toilet so everyone could fit, and then moved a storage unit in front of the door. She instructed them “to be absolutely quiet.” “If they started crying, I would take their face and tell them, ‘It’s going to be OK,’ ” she said. “I wanted that to be the last thing they heard, not the gunfire in the hall.”
The NY Times, Patch, The Guardian UK and Daily News all have profiles of Hochsprung, who was described as a beloved principal who was dedicated to her school. “She was not the kind of principal I remembered as a kid,” Diane Licata, the mother of a first grader and a second grader at the school, told the Times. “She really reached out to the students and made them feel comfortable with her. She definitely took that extra step.”
Katie Singley, who was friends with Hochsprung for eight years, told Patch she was a selfless and protective person: “Dawn, she was like your mother, your friend, your grandmother, your teacher, your protector, everything all in one,” Singley recalled. “She was the best person to have on your side.”
Friends and family also remembered Sherlach, who was preparing to retire after the school year. “When somebody had a personal tragedy in their lives that affected their children, then Mary would be a part of trying to help them come up with a solution for that child,” Lillian Bittman, former chairwoman of the Newtown Board of Education, told the Times.


speechless.

nedhepburn:

Via Gothamist:

Heroic Teachers, Staff Protected Children During CT Mass School Shooting

In the wake of yesterday’s horrific Connecticut elementary school shooting—which left 27 people dead, including 20 children—investigators are still trying to make sense of the timeline of events, let alone any possible motives. Many stories have now emerged about the heroic teachers and staff who were able to protect their students—and that includes several adults who sacrificed their lives to do so.

Not all of the victim’s names have been released yet (they are expected to be released sometime this morning), but at least three of the six adults who were killed during the tragedy have been identified as 47-year-old Principal Dawn Lafferty Hochsprung, 56-year-old school psychologist Mary Sherlach, and 27-year-old first grade teacher Victoria Soto. According to the Times, Hochsprung buzzed alleged shooter Adam Lanza into the school after she recognized him as the son of Nancy Lanza, believed to be a substitute teacher at Sandy Hook Elementary School.

School therapist Diane Day told the Wall Street Journal that staff members had been in a meeting when the violence began. “We were there for about five minutes chatting and we heard, ‘pop pop pop,’ ” she said. “I went under the table.” Hochsprung and Sherlach both went toward the sound of the shooting: “They didn’t think twice about confronting or seeing what was going on,” Day said. “At first we heard a bunch of kids scream, and then it was just quiet and all you could hear was the shooting.” Both women were reportedly fatally shot execution-style, like many of the victims.

Day said another teacher, who hasn’t been identified, pressed her body against the door to hold it shut. She was shot through the door in the leg and arm. “She was our hero,” Day said. An eight-year-old student told CBS that another teacher pulled him from the hallway as bullets were flying by. “I saw some of the bullets going down the hall that I was right next to and then a teacher pulled me into her classroom,” he said.

A cousin of first grade teacher Soto told ABC that she died trying to save her students: “The family was informed that she was trying to shield, get her children into a closet and protect them from harm, and by doing that put herself between the gunman and the children,” Jim Wiltsie said. “And that’s when she was tragically shot and killed…It brings peace to know that Vicki was doing what she loved, protecting the children,” he said. “And in our eyes, she is a hero.”

Music teacher Maryrose Kristopik told the News she barricaded her class of 15 kids in a cupboard, where she held them close and talked to them gently. “We hid in a closet, we stayed quiet, we held hands, we hugged,” she said. “I tried to talk to them calmly.” While they were inside, Lanza reportedly stood outside banging on the door and screaming, “Let me in! Let me in!”

First-grade teacher Kaitlin Roig told ABC a similar story: she hid her 14 students (ages 6 and 7) in the class restroom, with some atop the toilet so everyone could fit, and then moved a storage unit in front of the door. She instructed them “to be absolutely quiet.” “If they started crying, I would take their face and tell them, ‘It’s going to be OK,’ ” she said. “I wanted that to be the last thing they heard, not the gunfire in the hall.”

The NY TimesPatchThe Guardian UK and Daily News all have profiles of Hochsprung, who was described as a beloved principal who was dedicated to her school. “She was not the kind of principal I remembered as a kid,” Diane Licata, the mother of a first grader and a second grader at the school, told the Times. “She really reached out to the students and made them feel comfortable with her. She definitely took that extra step.”

Katie Singley, who was friends with Hochsprung for eight years, told Patch she was a selfless and protective person: “Dawn, she was like your mother, your friend, your grandmother, your teacher, your protector, everything all in one,” Singley recalled. “She was the best person to have on your side.”

Friends and family also remembered Sherlach, who was preparing to retire after the school year. “When somebody had a personal tragedy in their lives that affected their children, then Mary would be a part of trying to help them come up with a solution for that child,” Lillian Bittman, former chairwoman of the Newtown Board of Education, told the Times.

speechless.

chloechloegogo:

mayamune:

how is jon doing that

more importantly: how do i become that baby

all i want is to write and possibly star in an amazing tv show where everyone is awesome and there’s a baby and i can touch cute boys in comfy sweaters with their consent. that can’t be too much to ask for.

chloechloegogo:

mayamune:

how is jon doing that

more importantly: how do i become that baby

all i want is to write and possibly star in an amazing tv show where everyone is awesome and there’s a baby and i can touch cute boys in comfy sweaters with their consent. that can’t be too much to ask for.

(Source: walkingdeadconfessions)

// Wooden Bench and Concrete Step//

We sit here

Licking the fire off our thumbs

Pretending we’ve hurt like this before

Pretending we’ve buried our lines deep enough

To never cross them

That we’ve mourned our old skin

But we are rusting playground

Believing our fallen swings will never know sky

Will never cradle the youth we think we deserved

So we smoke our lungs black

And forget that we’re still growing—

Maybe not evergreen, but our roots know better than we

How much we can weather before

Our bark gets the better of us

So aim your chin a little higher, loverboy

Test the wind’s patience and lose

Lose like a flower being shepherded by a river’s current

Find that you are everywhere and never lost

Then teach me how my palms are an altar you wish to pray at—

But you never reached for me

So I could never reach back

We sit

Quiet like a sweeping winter

As tides bellow us to bleed something

Prove to each other how shattered reflection we both are

But we’re scared

I shouldn’t speak for you, but I know you’re scared

You only ever look at my knees

And their shaky restlessness—

You don’t want to see how much I see you

Last night, I found you in the white noise

Of exhaust and tequila tongues

In radiator heat and aging floorboards

And I’ve never felt more at home

You are the ringing in my bones, and I don’t want to shake you

Even if it means only looking at you

Through tinted glass

I will never regret the days I have missed you

All 247 days

Dreaming in red signs and lightning storms

So I know somewhere there is a war

And faith isn’t always winning

But it’s putting up a hell of a fight

So the least we can do

Is stop acting like hope is a bruise we get

When we’ve fallen enough times

There is truth in the way you pick at the stone in me

You know you can’t break through my walls

But you know I would tear them down if you asked me to

And I want you to ask me to

Enough hands have gifted me maybes and scars and turned backs

And I too have known how mistrust can harden a heart

But I need to know if there is room for me

Somewhere in your thoughts

That sometimes your fingers sift through words

Aching to spell your doubts

I know you’re scared

So you choose to see me through tinted glass

Never wanting to swallow the glint in my eyes

You don’t want to see how much I see you

But there is only so long we can sit here

Before we let ourselves fall

this is what love is. i’ve never felt anything like it.

this is what love is. i’ve never felt anything like it.

(Source: ifisayitoutloud)

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