I have my mother’s mouth and my father’s eyes; on my face they are
Date a girl who breathes. Date a girl who takes in oxygen the same way you take in bullshit tropes, in and out and constantly. Date a girl who will set you on fire because she is a dragon, a warrior, a brutal reminder that she’s not a girl who triumphs herself “not like other girls” because she…
This it the best thing ever in life of all time forever.
A person of good intelligence and sensitivity cannot exist in this society very long without having some anger about the inequality - and it’s not just a bleeding-heart, knee-jerk, liberal kind of a thing - it is just a normal human reaction to a nonsensical set of values where we have cinnamon flavored dental floss and there are people sleeping in the street.
Maybe it meant something. Maybe not, in the long run, but no explanation, no mix of words or music or memories can touch that sense of knowing that you were there and alive in that corner of time and the world. Whatever it meant.
'You remember too much,'
my mother said to me recently.
‘Why hold on to all that?’
And I said,
‘Where can I put it down?’
He said “I like that you cry.” Which was a brave thing to say. He went on, “It means that you don’t just see pain. You don’t just observe it like it is average. You feel it. Your pain, my pain, the people you love & their pain. A stranger’s pain. And it is better to feel everything than nothing. I love that. Keep crying. Cry every day if you want to. Don’t stop crying, ever.”
You’re an okay guy. It’s good to be gotten’.