Keeping the barbarian hordes from totally destroying the house.
Part of celebrate your name week. Apparently, you have to tell at least 3 people your middle name today. Mines Eleanor, what’s yours?
My middle name is Elizabeth, and it’s traditionally handed down to the firstborn daughter of every generation in my mom’s family. It stopped with me, because I didn’t birth any girl chilluns. If I had, she’d have been named Kyla Elizabeth.
"Have you ever noticed that humans have made it so difficult and complicated to “survive” in this world? It’s a vicious cycle. You go to school, and try really hard, so that you can get into a good college, and then you try really hard at college to get a good job, and then you try really hard at your job, so you can make money. And then your kids do the same thing. And everyone just keeps on doing this and no one even stops to think WHY they’re doing it anymore. Everyone just does it because it’s what you’re supposed to do. And like, before, when the human race had just started, the goal was to just SURVIVE. People just lived. I mean, that’s what really matters, right? Survival. Because after you die, it doesn’t matter what college you went to."
Dylan, my 12 year old brother (via wildhaze)