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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.
Your daughter has cancer, but you’re not being productive, motherfucker, so we’re firing you. Welcome to the American Dream.
I told myself that if God was busy making little angels sick instead of protecting them, there was nothing wrong with me picking up the slack and putting an end to those who actually deserved it.
all the websites telling you how to build a suppressor belonged to the kind of white supremacist who likes to use the word patriot instead of racist.
We’re in plain sight, but we hide because we’re using a mask, hiding our real faces from the world.
I was there for her, and I would do the thing for the money. I’d kill a thousand men to get my little angel out of that fucking place.
Violence was soothing, a strange balm that made me feel better.
The words came from a frozen wasteland where the only vestiges of love were buried fossils under fifteen feet of permafrost.
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.
“Don’t come looking for me,” read the last line of the note. “The thing that held us together is now food for the worms.”
The thought of having to interact with other people at a job made my skin crawl.
Sometimes things go wrong and there’s nothing you can do about it.
There is a bond that grows between two people when they go through hell together, and it stays there forever.
The love we can show two people can be immense and yet incredibly different. I loved a woman a certain way and loved the girl she’d given me an entirely different way. Both loves had now morphed into cancers of the soul that went with me everywhere.
What people with money don’t understand is that most poor people’s problems can be solved with money.
I didn’t want my two ghosts haunting me
everything has an end and nothing lasts forever because there’s no such thing as eternity.
I tried to find a calm place inside me, but everything good that wasn’t a memory was gone. I was empty. Pain, anger, and memories were all I found. I’d never felt so alone.
The idea that someone can think being a certain color or from a certain place makes you better or worse than anyone else is a level of stupidity I can’t wrap my head around.
When you spend time with someone who stands out, the prolonged contact with their uniqueness makes it fade, and their differences, so obvious when you first meet them, blend into your reality.
I would have happily stabbed the man who insulted my angels and watched him bleed to death on the sidewalk with a smile on my face.
When someone we love is hurting, lying is the easiest thing in the world. So is violence.
I couldn’t handle more memories,
Like a lot of white people, his whiteness turned into confusion wrapped in shame in the face of blatant racism.
People are usually surprised when they hit the border and realize there’s no change in the landscape, no giant dividing line in the sky. The land doesn’t care about the stupid lines humans insist on drawing on them, and the southern border is no different.
If I lose you, I won’t have anything left in this life.
I liked her style. Death in a pretty dress.
Every memory looked like a better place than where I was,
Possibility is a dangerous thing. It’s almost as dangerous as hope.
Outside, the night was pregnant with the possibility of the wretched earth, with secret agendas and promises of death, but they were all quiet, the way all things are before they actually arrive. I paid attention to what the silence was whispering to me.
Death isn’t a bad thing…well, not always. Sometimes she helps, and sometimes she comes to take us away.
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
