she thinks she knows. she's waiting. but she doesn't. she's close, but it's hiding. it's hiding in every word i don't say, in every look she can't see. and it's waiting for her like she's waiting for me.

There is nothing to tell of happiness except that which prepares it, and that which destroys it.

who the fuck ARE you people?

the problem is that nothing can be done. very few people understand issues where NOTHING can be done. i am now one of them. There isn't even a lesser of evils to consider. there's nothing to weigh the costs and benefits of, no, there's just nothing. like in tic-tac-toe when either way you go youre fucked because someone else actually had a ( Read more... )

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Is this language
-this quick turning fiery thickness, angry conveyor belt of treacherous images-
an invitation
or a warning that will pull these blocks undone until
your constructed bridge can reach the gold
hiding in my fire…

I took on characteristics that I did not necessarily understand but accepted with the bind trust of a child, because I was one, and in doing so, masked scars and muted the longings that initially drew me to the wounded souls I have come to know as friends. I understood their pain and yet refused to claim it as my own in order to serve their ( Read more... )

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part of growing up is realizing the concept of absolute value. there is worth in everything. there is value. there is evidence of  good and the absense thereof only intensifies its presence elsewhere. there is love in everything. there is something  in everything.  everything makes me cry. i'm an ( Read more... )

"On the day they were going to kill him, Santiago Nasar got up at five-thirty in the morning to wait for the boat the bishop was coming on. He'd dreamed he was going through a grove of timber trees where a gentle drizzle was falling, and for an instant he was happy in his dream, but when he awoke he felt completely spattered with bird shit."

good good things happen in bad towns