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Love doesn’t protect you from those things. Love only heals from the damage. Love ensures you don’t go to battle alone. But with great love comes notable risk. With the fall. With the glide. Comes the impact.”
Her mother was alive, when did she die ?
He said he thought the same and asked could we just fuck and be friends for the rest of our lives…”
Ghetto bitch. All her kids got silver teeth.”
“Sometimes the people we think we need so much…the ones that we think we can’t live without, they leave us. And guess what? We keep living anyway.”
who our parents were and what they did or didn’t teach us can only carry us but so far. Eventually, we have to take responsibility for the decisions we make and recognize we are fully capable of breaking old cycles and implementing new ones.
Being imprisoned during the years you were—ages 18-23, which by some horrible design is the end of adolescence and the start of emerging adulthood—has proven to form significant changes in cognitive, emotional, and social development.
Time can be an illusion, a healer, or a thief. It can pause pain, giving the false assumption that the pain passed.
It can steal beauty, and hopes, and memories. Place expectations on our goals, and dreams, and relationships. Time can make you believe that because enough of it has passed, things that were, are no longer…
That shit is in one ear and pissed out of my dick.”
He just better stay out of my way before I shish kabob his ass and throw him on the grill.”
But I do have to thank your standards for letting me have him.”
They protect you. Genuinely love you with no expectations.
People are people.
