Every time I think there's nothing left for God to take from me, He proves me wrong. All I have left now is flesh on my bones, and I'm waiting to be flayed.
I still lose it every time I remember that Saddam Hussein allegedly wrote a pamphlet titled “Three Whom God Should Not Have Created: Persians, Jews, and Flies”
I either want to sleep forever or stay awake forever. I can’t bear this inconsistent way of existing, where I grow attached to one world only to be pulled out of it without my consent. I truly miss every formless face and voice I’ve encountered in my dreams.
When I told him I’d also had a fight with my family he started sending me money every week and calling me every day to make sure I was okay. Also, he now considers himself a Buddhist.
Recently I reconnected with my uncle who was disowned by my family for his atheistic beliefs seven years ago. I reached out to him on Facebook and found out he’d been battling cancer this entire time. I dont think I’ll ever forgive myself for abandoning him like everyone else did
This fat old lady at work keeps telling me to stop wearing high heels because they're 'inappropriate' and stop me from moving smoothly. Mind you, this bitch can barely fucking walk herself