“At six years old he burned down the family home on purpose to kill his father for not getting him a Star Wars toy.”
“Memory is redundant: it repeats signs so that the city can begin to exist.”
“Of all tyrannies, a tyranny sincerely exercised for the good of its victims may be the most oppressive.”
I don’t ask you to love me always like this, but I ask you to remember. Somewhere inside of me there will always be the person I am tonight.
It’s easy to feel stuck in life. It’s easy to feel inferior, to compare yourself to others, to doubt yourself, to look at your past and feel ashamed or stupid or embarrassed over all the little things you could have done differently. But what’s the point? Acceptance is bittersweet but necessary to evolve.
“I’ve worked for 6 years as a retail cashier; at this point the cash register has more of a soul than I do.”
Weep as the umpteenth bored 20-something insinuates you’re going to die alone whilst petting a chicken in your mother’s basement.
“I may not be a weatherman but you’re gonna get more than a few inches tonight.”
It’s easier to fall back into the same comforting patterns than to go through the heartbreak of not being in the relationship anymore.
Like many social media users, I have fallen victim to the magnetism of Humans of New York (HONY), a blog that documents both the miracles and tragedies of the city’s inhabitants.