The Impossibility Of Being Human.

“I yearn for genuine connections and honest energy. That’s what I need. That’s all I really need.”

The Bus Driver is a Serbian immigrant who has only been in the country 12 years. The Baby was a recent refugee from Burma who wandered outside the family’s apartment after pushing a door open while no one was watching, in below freezing temperatures. The Mother of the baby is a Rohingya refugee dealing with PTSD mental health issues from surviving the massacre in Burma and is brand new to the country. She was hospitalized after breaking down after her baby was saved but has been released now. The Woman in the nurse’s uniform who gave up her coat to keep the child warm is the daughter of parents from Ghana.

“She said: I like my men like my coffee – black-souled and bitter with tongue-burning kisses that leave you shaking, grasping the half-filled mug for dear life until you’re left lonely, but strangely awakened to earth’s everyday tragedies.”

this isn’t the fist time this has happened, I painted lube and everyone was confused that I posted a picture of lube 

“So instead of seeing your depression and anxiety as a form of madness, I would tell my younger self—you need to see the sanity in this sadness. You need to see that it makes sense. Of course it is excruciating. I will always dread that pain returning, every day of my life. But that doesn’t mean the pain is insane, or irrational. If you touch your hand to a burning stove, that, too, will be agony, and you will snatch your hand away as quickly as possible. That’s a sane response. If you kept your hand on the stove, it would burn and burn until it was destroyed.”