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You can wrap a shotgun in flowers, but that doesn’t make the blast less lethal.
A sad woman is a blade hanging over the world, threatening to fall at any moment.
When you have an accent, people often think you possess the intellect of a fence post.
When your child is healthy, you think of sick children and feel like crying, like helping. When your child is sick, you don’t give a shit about other children.
The poison in Anita’s veins wasn’t happy with invading her blood; it also wanted to know what she was thinking, to ride the contents of her dreams, so it attacked her cerebrospinal fluid. Le invadió los pensamientos. Se metió en sus sueños and it slowly killed ours.
Una vez miras a los ojos vacíos de La Huesuda, todo cambia. La muerte recluta soldados sin anunciarse porque su poder es innegable.
Women are pillars. The only thing that changes is what or whom they hold up. Take a woman out and you’re left with just the spaces between the other elements and a lot of debris.
Dumb and high is a dangerous combination,
Not all white people have the same level of privilege, but they all share an aversion to being forced to step momentarily into otherness.
The worst part of saying you no longer believe in God is knowing that God is still there, listening to you. That’s why the praying sneaks back in when shit goes south. That’s why not believing is just standing on the opposite side of the same room you’ve always been in.
El valor de tu vida es lo que vale el segundo en que alguien aprieta el gatillo, el segundo en que alguien pone toda su ira en su mano y te clava un cuchillo.
Life is what happens between the things we think we know and the things we learn about too late to do anything about it.
Being in the presence of monsters is okay as long as you don’t think too much about what they’re capable of. The scarier thing is when you realize what you’re capable of yourself.
Sadness and pain are yours to treat as you wish; forget about them for a while and everything will be fine for the duration of your amnesia. But they always return. Mine came back with a vengeance, the events of the last two days acting like a magnifying glass for the sun of my aching.
