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He’s clearly intelligent but seems intent on making sure no one knows that. Wasted brains are not something I tolerate well.
Does it even count as mansplaining when it’s so blatantly wrong?
His mind is somewhere else, that place where artists go to harvest beauty from the darkness.
“The shit on the outside, what people see when they look at you? That’s on them. What’s on the inside, what you breathe in and out? That’s on you. You can give them the power to poison you and spew the ugly back into the universe, or you can transform it into something beautiful. Incinerate their hate with a fire that is uniquely and perfectly yours.”
If lust was a competitive sport, pretty sure I just made Nationals.
Nash Ellis plus Rhonda and Burt Andrews is not an equation the mathematics community has considered yet.
You have to trust to get betrayed. Care to be wounded. Want something to lose it.”
Viewing people through my lens can’t possibly put their world in focus.
Most people aren’t damaged by dreams they never achieve. It’s having those dreams ripped away that break us.”
He can’t know there’s a zoo of invisible Disney animals singing around me from his touch.
Maybe every abrasive interaction we have leaves a small piece of our strengths in the cracks of the other’s weaknesses.
By the time I ran away for the last time at seventeen, I was ready to face life as a statue. I couldn’t let myself be vulnerable, and the only way to do that is to not care. Not try. Not dream or hope or love. I lived for whatever second was in front of me and that was it. Maybe I am a lazy, apathetic moron but it’s the way I learned to survive.”
I can’t tell if he actually knew any of these people before we got here or if they just saw physical human perfection and gravitated toward it like a cat to a broken cardboard box.
But in that moment, she tasted like the kind of sin you don’t want forgiven. The kind of sin that changes a person.
“You’re in a shit-ton of trouble,” Pete warns, trying a new tactic, apparently. He shoves a finger into my chest. “A shit-ton.” “Okay, but I’m Canadian,” I lie. “What’s the metric conversion on that?”
I couldn’t stop laughing at this one for a good five minutes!
Our strengths aren’t meant to prevent us from falling, but help us back up when we do.
