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I'm Not A Bad Mother, Am I? Motherhood in We Happy Few

We Happy Few has dominated my thoughts as of late, as it was such a confusing mess of interesting ideas, insanity and bugs out the whazoo. 965 more words

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致一生所爱

七月初一,晴

长沙烈日当空
深圳却已电闪雷鸣

我,一个人
在回家的列车上
翻阅着年少记忆的相集

想起那时的我们
想起你第一次在我怀里的哭泣
那么的悲伤难过而又无助

我们会吵架,会闹矛盾,会对彼此发脾气
我们用自己的方式爱着对方
却也在不经意间伤害了对方
尤其我对你的伤害

幼稚的我
不懂得经营生活
自大的我
不懂得呵护爱情

那些放下的、放不下的
那些在乎的、不在乎的
那时的我们太倔强
倔强得像两只刺猬
你心有多痛,我便有多痛

但除了痛,我们还有更多的幸福

我想起第一次的牵手
在海边,在繁星点点的夜晚

我想起《明天过后》
在一起漫步校园时响起

我想起躺过的漳校草坪
在温暖的春日里惬意地休憩

我想起芙蓉湖
想起图书馆
想起往昔的一幕又一幕
我们像两个被宠坏的孩子
沉浸在爱的海洋里

我们在最美的年华遇见了彼此
今天是在一起的第2871个日子
从校服到婚纱
缘定三生,不离不弃

记忆的相集缓缓合上
而我也正满载着思念
离你愈来愈近

我们都会老去
会淡忘掉过往的苦痛与欢乐
但我们的爱情会随时间沉淀下来
化作一辈子甜甜的幸福

这世界,有你真好。

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Signature

My mother used to hate my handwriting.  I was prone to sloppiness, she would say.  Teachers wouldn’t be able to distinguish my n’s from my h’s, my u’s from my v’s, my i’s from my j’s.   1,352 more words

Life

Because: Liquid Eyeliner

It is one of those mornings where the bread pops out of the toaster and I hope maybe this time things will be different. Maybe if I turn away from my toddler one moment to grab that piece of toast and butter, nothing will go wrong. 645 more words

Creative Writing

Anti-government monk group JKS47 protests nuclear power with monthly prayer rituals in Kasumigaseki

It should be obvious to all that Premium Friday, that ill-named and ill-begotten government gimmick to encourage workers to leave their jobs early on the final Friday of the month, has utterly failed when even the (no doubt overworked and under-appreciated) employees of the Ministry of Economy, Trade and Industry do not leave their office at 3pm, as per the fundamental concept. 742 more words

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Why I Write

One of my oldest memories begins in loneliness. I am with my mother, leaning into her, wrapped tightly in her arms.

“Don’t worry,” she tells me, brushing away my tears. 589 more words

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