We need never be without hope because we can never be irreparably broken.
We need never be hopeless because we can never be irreperably broken.
Because you may be smart, but I’ve been smart longer
Y'all smoke to enjoy it. I smoke to die.
The Colonel led all the cheers. Cornbread!" he screamed. CHICKEN!" the crowd responded. Rice!" PEAS!" And then, all together: "WE GOT HIGHER SATs." Hip Hip Hip Hooray!" the Colonel cried. YOU'LL BE WORKIN' FOR US SOMEDAY!
Principled hate is a hell of a lot stronger than "Boy, I wish you hadn't mummified me and thrown me into the lake" hate.
I am concussed,' I announced, entirely sure of my self-diagnosis. ''You're fine,' Takumi said as he jogged back towards me. ''Let's get out of here before we're killed.'' ''I'm sorry,' I said. ''But I can't get up. I have suffered a mild concussion.'...
Oh shit did you just dis the feminine gender I'll pummel your ass then stick you in a blender You think I like Tori and Ani so I can't rhyme But I got flow like Ghostbusters got slime Objectify women and it's fuckin' on You'll be dead and gone like a...
The only thing worse than having a party that no one attends is having a party attended only by two vastly, deeply uninteresting people.
If people were rain, I was drizzle. She was hurricane.
It hurt, and that is not a euphemism. It hurt like a beating.
We need never to be hopeless, because we can never be irreparably broken.
We have to forgive to survive in this labyrinth [of suffering]
Imagining the future is a kind of nostalgia. (...) You spend your whole life stuck in the labyrinth, thinking about how you'll escape it one day, and how awesome it will be, and imagining that future keeps you going, but you never do it. You just use...
Islam and Christianity promise eternal paradise to the faithful. And that is a powerful opiate, certainly, the hope of a better life to come. But there's a Sufi story that challenges the notion that people believe only because they need an opiate. Ra...
It always shocked me when I realized that I wasn't the only person in the world who thought and felt such strange and awful things.
That didn’t happen, of course. Things never happened the way I imagined them.
Before I got here, I thought for a long time that the way out of the labyrinth was to pretend that it did not exist, to build a small, self-sufficient world in the back corner of the endless maze and to pretend that I was not lost, but home.
