As time goes on, you’ll still have the urge to text them or call them to tell them something important, but you’ll immediately set your phone down as you realize that it can’t happen again.
The world doesn’t care about who you are or what you do for a living and death doesn’t favor anyone. They don’t care about what car you drive or how much money you make, they don’t care about how attractive you are or how many followers you have. When it’s your turn – it’s your turn.
Because when I drank it, I got far too angry.
At you. At the world.
The worst thing you could do for the person you lost is to stop living your life, stop growing.
“My son keeps having nightmares and complains about something called “The Tall Dog”…does anyone know what the hell this is? It’s happened three nights in a row! It’s driving me crazy! Help!”
You’re going to hell.
“Sasha, if Mommy wasn’t home you’d be dead,” my sister whispered, before closing the door.
Maybe death is like a tragic love story—the outcome results in death, but the journey is trotted fearlessly by people who are adventurous and driven by the idea of living a full life despite their questionable duration on this Earth.
You wonder if it is fair to have loved a creature so very much, and at the same time, you wonder how it is fair to then have to live a life without them.
We are accusing friends of different races about not understanding what it’s like. We are putting up divides and creating our own segregation out of a disagreement in opinion.