The kindest thing literature does is remind you that your peculiar little feelings have always existed. Someone, in some century, was equally confused by love, bored by society, tired of performing, and hungry for meaning.
My uncle passed away from cancer when I was 16 years old.
I’ve since spent 100’s of hours researching how to avoid and fight cancer naturally.
Here’s what I found:
I said to my wife "Do you think anyone will commit suicide because they could not get an abortion?"
She instantly replied "yes."
Then she added "there will be all those boyfriends and husbands that murder them because they couldn't get one too" and that shook my fucking world.
overturning roe v wade in the middle of a housing crisis, a formula shortage and a mass shooting epidemic in a country without free healthcare. it’s not pro-life. it’s not smart. it’s dystopian.