Lately the trees
seem a little bit desperate, all garish
reds and pinks, a last-ditch
effort to convince
the sun to stay—

but it’s almost
November, the sky
a sunken belly, the air
only gasps,

and I’m drinking
again, which unfortunately
I’m still very good at,

and I bought some new jeans
and they would look terrific
if I wanted to look like that,

and I read the whole newspaper
cover to cover, so now I know nothing
good is happening anywhere,

and I went for a jog
in the direction of your house,
which is six hundred miles from here,

I should be there soon
if I never stop jogging,

which would actually solve
this whole problem of what
I should do with my body

now that you’ve given it back to me—

burn everything in it, this box
full of your things, this house
you built with my own two hands.

Ali Shapiro, Update (via youarerelevant)

Things got pretty sassy on Facebook this evening. Quip metres were WELL HIGH.

I’m fairly done with dudes who think it’s alright to derail discussions about feminism and belittle people’s experiences. And I’m far from alone in that. Gentlemen, be better than this poor case. Be awesome. It’s better for everyone! Lots of love from Caitlin, who knows you can do it!!

asheathes:

WIZARDING SCHOOLS AROUND THE WORLD: AUSTRALIA

Originally located in Arnhem Land, The Australian College of Sorcery and Witchcraft was a sprawling campus of large huts that eventually coalesced into one single structure. The college detached from mainland Australia soon after British settlement in order maintain their practices and culture. Ever since, the school has been drifting haphazardly in the ocean, although it never strays far from the Australian coast for ancient magic keeps the school tethered to Australian soil. Every year, a team of witches and wizards must be employed to anchor the floating campus so students aren’t forced into a cat-and-mouse chase at the beginning of the year in order to attend school (a frustrating endeavour which often results in the postponing of classes due to a large number of absences). To students’ great enjoyment, various creatures (including the occasional mermaid) can often be found sunbathing around the perimeter of the campus which gently slopes into the water. Due to their exposure to unusually friendly oceanic creatures, the college boasts incredibly extensive courses in aquatic-life studies, and is held in high esteem by the international wizarding community for its innovations in water magic. 
2nd September, 1994.I took this photo just before I left Sydney, a bit over a year ago now. It’s such a beautiful place in the city, as well as being important to me, so Tom and I walked through the gardens and out to the point a bit before sunset. I can’t remember exactly how long ago it was that we sold the farm and had to move Mum’s ashes here, but I guess Jem was still quite small because we were still somewhat worried about him ending up in the water. 
Recently I’ve been thinking about her a lot more, and wondering if parts of myself would make more sense if I had been able to have certain conversations with her. As much as it’s wonderful to have the memories and reminiscences of her friends and family, there are many things they can’t tell me. That’s okay, I mean, lots of people have trouble communicating with their parents even when they’re alive, and I can see the myriad ways in which both my living parents have had enormous impact on who I am. It’s just something I’ll always wonder about.Twenty years is a really long time.

2nd September, 1994.

I took this photo just before I left Sydney, a bit over a year ago now. It’s such a beautiful place in the city, as well as being important to me, so Tom and I walked through the gardens and out to the point a bit before sunset. I can’t remember exactly how long ago it was that we sold the farm and had to move Mum’s ashes here, but I guess Jem was still quite small because we were still somewhat worried about him ending up in the water. 

Recently I’ve been thinking about her a lot more, and wondering if parts of myself would make more sense if I had been able to have certain conversations with her. As much as it’s wonderful to have the memories and reminiscences of her friends and family, there are many things they can’t tell me. That’s okay, I mean, lots of people have trouble communicating with their parents even when they’re alive, and I can see the myriad ways in which both my living parents have had enormous impact on who I am. It’s just something I’ll always wonder about.

Twenty years is a really long time.