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I stopped believing in Santa when I was nine years old, and I feel like I’m gonna stop believing in my dad one day too.
The woman in the mirror is becoming less and less familiar—and one day, I fear I won’t recognize her at all.
“Never let someone bigger than you pin you to the ground. The longer you’re pinned, the more strength you give up. Act quickly and violently. Strike their most vulnerable places. Eyes. Nose. Throat. Groin. Give ’em hell, girl.”
I was good at it, and it’s fun to do things we excel at.
Animosity hurts you, not the person it’s directed at. It’s like poison, but you’re the only one consuming it.”
if you can’t beat ’em, join ’em and then beat their ass later . . . or something like that.
Funerals are for the living because the dead don’t give a damn.
I knew I couldn’t stop, no matter how much I couldn’t breathe, no matter how tired I was, no matter how badly my muscles ached. I had to keep moving.
The guilt from that night lives inside me like a 132tumor too risky to operate on, so you just have to learn to carry on with it.
Loss happens in an instant, but it lasts a lifetime.”
“A piece of my heart aches. It always does. Sometimes the pain is sharp and debilitating. Other times, it’s a dull twinge I’ve learned to live with.”
Trauma makes you either a hero or a villain.
it’s better to be alone than to be with the wrong person.”
love doesn’t have to be forever to be real.
I can’t watch you love someone else. It’d be like watching the world end all over again, and I don’t think I’d survive a second doomsday,”
“Sometimes the family you’re born with can’t always be there. But the family you pick up along the way can be.
Because a day like this offers all of us hope that we can love and be loved even in the darkest times. The world may have ended, but our humanity is endless.
