Terrorism itself is its own religion — and it is one almost impervious to logic or persuasion.
“Have you ever heard of the dumb blonde trope?”
“We didn’t even need to say it. We both knew. It didn’t need to be discussed. Neither of us remembered if we stopped at that stop sign.”
“I was in Iraq & even in an actual theater of war, unless you were immediately fired on we had several steps to go through before kill shots.”
There is no poetry
to falling out of love
just a stuttering engine
a sad space in your mouth
where roses once
Do you relate to this?
We all had something in common: we all had this place where we could pour out everything about ourselves and our own lives.
When you tell someone to relax, you aren’t being helpful. You’re just robbing them of validity. You’re telling them, “This thing you have isn’t real. Just stop it.” You’re denying their experience, their struggle.
These people are so much in love, it’s sickening.
I can’t decide which is the funniest…