My mother's hope is a weapon.
Katja Millay
People like to say love is unconditional, but it's not, and even if it was unconditional, it's still never free. There's always an expectation attached. They always want something in return. Like they want you to be happy or whatever and that makes you automatically responsible for their happiness because they won't be happy unless you are.. I just don't want that responsibility.
happiness relationships responsibility unconditional-love
hope
It doesn't matter if you do everything right, if you dress the right way and the right way and follow all the rules, because evil will find you anyway.
truth
But you can only go so long being angry before you learn to hate.
anger hatred
I live in a world without magic or miracles. A place where there are no clairvoyants of shapeshifters, no angels or superhuman boys to save you. A place where people die and music disintegrates and things suck. I am pressed so hard against the earth by the weight of reality that some days I wonder how I am still able to lift my feet and walk.
magic loss weight
My jealousy is a living thing. Shifting, changing, growing. Like my rage and my mother's regret.
regret rage jealousy
I'd watch her, amazed at just how much a person could accomplish fueled by tea and regret.
regret tea
My phone is on my bed, whispering in my ear like a bottle of scotch to a recovering alcoholic, while the rain continues cackling at me through my window
regret rain phone whisper
Do real boys actually call girls baby? I don't have enough experience to know. I do know that if a guy ever called me baby, I'd probably laugh in his face. Or choke him.
boys baby
I decline the coffee. I don't drink it, because no matter how much sugar I put into it, it still tastes like ass-water to me. Maybe it's because my taste buds are so desensitized to sweet that anything not comprised of at least ninety percent sugar tastes wrong
coffee sugar
His hands are miracles. I can watch them for hours, transforming wood into something it never dreamed of being.
miracles hands
I'm tired of being responsible for other people's misery. I can't even put up with my own.
misery
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