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Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls; the most massive characters are seared with scars.” ― Kahlil Gibran
It’s not fair that God gets the good ones when we weren’t finished loving them yet.
I couldn’t talk. Words seemed too exhausting.
I wished I could’ve said I was surprised, but life had taught me all about men. It turned out all guys were the same, no matter what. It could be a nerd, a jock, a scientist, or a monk. At the end of the day, they were all alike because they all had dicks. All a dick could do was dickish things, and us women had to deal with it.
“We’re all a little broken and trying to find our way, I suppose.”
It took me a long time to realize that darkness could be beautiful, too. So many beautiful things lived in the shadows, and it was our duty to be kind enough to them and to remind them that they, too, belonged.
