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There are parts of me that are broken That will never be fixed Pieces of me which have been shattered
The past few days have been a hell of a roller coaster…and you know what? I hate roller coasters.
You will not bully me into an atheism when you suffer an unhappy agnosticism. Continue reading
Too often we see essays, diatribes, against the “cult of womanhood”, as women writers often speak of heartbreak and emotions; of feelings and pain and hurt — the undertone is that this is a weakness, it is a recessional of the weak, about the weak, and for the weak. They are wrong.
This is the thing she could not do for me: be unafraid. We could talk about the weather.
What do you do in the moment that you know that everything that happened before means nothing anymore and all you have is what comes next?
In the tiny hours that scour the faces of clocks between the twelves and the sixes I am lost to the silken ephemera
If every time we open our mouths, we risk, then there are some days when I simply cannot bear that risk. I am not a passive person by nature, but I am also not as boisterous and as “commanding” as many people would assume. On many days I would be content to sit at home, … Continue reading
We…are members of a noble but hideously flawed species; capable of performing amazing feats, ably practising medicine or parenting with love for many years, and then of turning around and blowing up our existence with a single rash move. We should be scared. — Alain de Botton, The News: A User’s Manual