Maybe to love is to believe in the unbelievable. To see the impossible abstractions that surround us, to have faith in the things we cannot see, to put our full weight on something we cannot ever touch.
Sometimes I find myself taking things for granted, or comparing myself to those who seem to have it all. Sometimes I need to remind myself that I also have it all, and I am infinitely lucky that this is the life that was given to me.
You learn to fight clean, and to separate the things you are actually angry about versus the things you know will hurt them the most.
This is how to kill a chicken. The hardest part is actually catching the bird. Lay it chest down on the floor, with the head facing away from you.
joined Tinder after a friend who thinks my love life is sad and pathetic urged me to get involved, or back in the game…