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my eyes, blurring

it was like when the wolf ate chalk to soften his voice, but the white goats knew him by his black paws.

life is short and the world is at least half terrible, and for every kind stranger, there is one who would break you, though I keep this from my children.

if you love me, henry. you don't love me in a way i understand.

the cage is open. you can walk out anytime you want. why are you still in there?

the dog that weeps after it kills is no better than the dog that doesn't. my guilt will not purify me.

show yourself to me:

then i realized that we all think we might be terrible people. but we only reveal this before asking someone to love us. it is a kind of undressing.

& he forgives you

sometimes i worry i'll never leave my mother's table

i'll love you like a dog

i will leave such an imprint on your heart that anyone you entertain after me will have to know me in order to understand you