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Happiness is a fickle lover; if loved too tightly, she often grows weary and finds a way to end herself in search of a new host. But, if happiness is not one’s center and merely a product of one’s venture, then she can be found seemingly everywhere you look, like fresh flowers perched at the tips of weeds.
He didn’t care what anybody said, the fake stuff would always be better than that natural Vermont crap.
“Uumm, nah. I’m good,”
Real as hell
I am the reaction to your world’s evil. I exist, because your sin exists.”
“Oops, my B,”
Hilarious for a 1000+ year old entity to say but other than gore there is no horror
only to be stopped dead in his tracks by his mother standing there.
Hate parents like this, terrible people
Setting the candle on his nightstand, he lit the bitch immediately,
“life is a constant process of dying.” - arthur schopenhauer
“Don’t waste your terror.”
He ran to her side, weeping, and pulled the cloth from her face, just as he had on their wedding day.
For the first time, he had empathy for himself. He felt saddened by what had happened to him more than enraged by it. A deep sense of injustice swirled its way to his heart.
hallucinations are the brain’s way of compensating for a drop in function.
“Yes, if it’s made you better than you are. If your situation is better, your hope purer, your gratitude deeper, your fear weaker, your love richer…then yes, it’s real. If it hasn’t, then it’s a hallucination.”
a father in need of a son, and a son in need of a father. The two bonded for eternity, not by their loss, but how the other filled the wounds left by grief.
Yet what many don’t realize is at this moment, nothing has changed. The fish is the same, the call is the same, the land is the same, the sea is the same…The only thing different is what Jonah will do with this newfound life.”
