If you can just stop loving her then you never really loved her at all. Love doesn’t work that way. If you ever truly love someone, then it never goes away. It can become something else. There are all different sorts of love. It can even become hate—a thin line and all that—and, really, hate is just another kind of caring.
I’ve spent quite some time crying on and off, just thinking about the children orphaned after losing their parent to Ebola. We should all be aware of this, as well as of Ebola; thousands of children have lost their parents to this awful disease. These children have not only lost their parents, they have lost everything. Local families are petrified to take in the children at risk of contracting the disease, even if the children have tested negative. Once an African tradition of welcoming orphaned children into families within the community, torn apart by this awful disease.
A part of me understands exactly what these children are going through, but also a massive part of me has absolutely no idea what these children are going thorough – not even close. Still my heart aches for them. From my understanding and reading, there are kids wandering around hospitals in utter devastation to news their parents and family have died, waiting for someone to take them home and care for them. There is no one.
I can’t understand fully, none of us probably ever will but what I do have is monthly disposable income. Not a lot but I have some. We can never give those children their family back, but we can help these children, council them, give them hope, love and a right to an education. We can do as little as getting them off the street. Remember these kids don’t have anyone to give them a hug and tell them everything will be ok.
My heart is with West Africa right now.
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Today marks the 13th anniversary of Is This It’s full release. I was 10 at that time and was probably listening to Busted (or something equally as cool), but I still remember the first time I did eventually hear it. I was 15 and in the back of my boyfriends dad’s car. I fell in love.
Teenage lust was over fast, but I have my long-term love affair with The Strokes to thank it for.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY IS THIS IT, as you reach your teenage years, thanks for getting me through the latter half of mine