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Like being in a forest. Where the trees were made of tigers. And you had sirloin steaks as clothes.
Still, he forced himself to think of what Mary always said about emotions. You weren’t responsible for them and you couldn’t control them, but you were in charge of your response to them.
Sometimes, you needed to bear your soul’s pain to somebody who had walked a mile in your sparkly high heels.
If the other male had an aggressive response to that translation, in any way whatsoever, he was going to go for the fucker’s throat and chainsaw the goddamn thing with his fangs—
Sometimes you had to sit on the sidelines while the one you loved worked their shit out.
If you were loved, if you had people who cared about you, you could be by yourself and never feel alone.
when you were out of time, you found forgiveness and acceptance so much easier to give.
there was no right or wrong way to honor the dead. The living could pay their respects in any way they chose. The important thing was that the deceased was sent unto the afterlife on a wave of love. Because it helped the departed souls find peace in their new place.
