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We don’t choose where we’re born, who we’re born to, how our parents raise us, what values they instill in us, or even how long they’re a part of our lives. I hate that part of life, not having any control over it. It smacks you right in the face whenever it wants, and you’re just expected to take the hit and carry on.
Anything goes in the woods. It’s like Vegas for wildlife. Has its own boundaries, its own cover, and the plants and animals do whatever it takes to survive in there.
Magic. It’s easy to be fooled by pretty things. We look at them and think something special went into creating them, like extra time was spent, like they are good because of their beauty. I rarely trust beautiful things.
You could find out a lot about a person just by knowing where their mind went when it was quiet.
When you held on to something too long, it always left a mark. The same was true for people.
She was everything and she was nothing, which made her the perfect amount of something.
It’s ironic how the ones you care for most are the ones that are most easily able to crawl inside you and do damage.
intentions were just partially laid plans, and they were subject to change.
Broken people were drawn to broken people.
Sometimes we don’t even know where our scars come from.
Time healed all wounds and those it didn’t scabbed over nicely enough.
A lie provided comfort honesty never could.
The human body is an endless soft canvas to enter and draw upon.
