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what doesn’t kill me leaves a pit in my stomach that never goes away

remembering this one time my father, a devout catholic who thinks of himself as progressive and believes in evolution etc, where we were arguing about "souls" and he was saying obviously animals don't have souls but humans do. and i said well you believe evolution happened. and he said yes. and i said so at some point as hominids were evolving did they just develop souls when they got 'human-like' enough? and without skipping a beat he said, yeah, at some point god said "okay you seem enough like humans" and a non-ensouled primate gave birth to an ensouled human child. and that's why humans have souls.

sorry I didn’t show up it was because umm.. you see, I was busy. maybe another time??

my problem is if i enjoy something enough i will be nitpicking. i Will have things to say about where and how it failed. out of nothing but love straight from my heart. unfortunately this often makes me indistinguishable from a hater who has never experienced joy or kindness. such is the amateur critic's burden.

all of my favourite things are like beautiful racehorses that trip over their own feet a hundred times. but they get back up again. and goddamn, you should see them run.

"they've had intercourse" "i know that i'm asking if they've kissed"

some people have therapy all i have is jack kerouac’s june 10 1949 letter to allen ginsberg

i've had enough of being so brave about it i want to start screaming