and i miss her

I remember my friend asked me,
‘Even if his words fell as harsh as the summer sun, you would still love him?’
Breathlessly, I replied,
'Of course.’
—  g.e. // March 27th

anonymous asked:

What was your life like as a gore??

I remember having a standard childhood. I was a simple Gore, curious about most things, albeit a bit ignorant and lazy because I haven’t been using my senses at that time.

I spent a great part of my life under my mother’s care. Her name is Ygnizem. She was the strongest, wisest and kindest mon I ever knew. I owe everything I knew to her.

She used to bring me along with her in her adventures. I could remember the first time we took off. I was scared at first, but later on enjoyed the coolness of the winds. We went to many places, and tasted all sorts of berries (except those dangerous ones like the Scatternuts). 

At some points during our travels, we would be attacked by all sorts of enemies. I wondered why they’re angry at us, we weren’t doing anything. But despite this, my mom stood strong and protected me from all of them.

Time did its course, and I became an adolescent. She taught me how to properly charge my blasts, and how to fight overall. There were no shortages in encouragement during those times.

It is a shame I had to leave her, but she said I must realize my true potential on my own, and to do that I must venture forth into the vast expanses of the mysterious world. Reluctantly, I did.

I won’t deny that I miss her so much, but I don’t know where to look for her. I have quite a lot of things to say, but I guess there’s always a right time for everything.


remember the white dress i wore all through that film? george came up to me the first day of filming, took one look at the dress and said: “you can’t wear a bra under that dress.”

“ok, i’ll bite,” i said. “why?” and he said: “because… there’s no underwear in space.”

he said it with such conviction. like he had been to space and looked around and he didn’t see any bras or panties anywhere.

he explained. “you go into space and you become weightless. then your body expands but your bra doesn’t, so you get strangled by your own underwear.”

i think that this would make for a fantastic obituary. i tell my younger friends that no matter how i go, i want it reported that i drowned in moonlight, strangled by my own bra.

rest in peace, carrie fisher (october 21st, 1956 - december 27th, 2016)

i recently realized that it doesn’t matter how long you’ve known someone. sometimes the people that you thought might never leave you, end up leaving you. and it can leave you feeling confused, hurt, angry, bitter, and maybe even resentful. but you can’t let that stop you from making connections with other people and opening yourself up to others. sometimes, even though it can be hard, you have to stop focusing on the past and what could’ve been. sometimes, you have to focus on the present and future; what is, and what could be.