this sort of garbage

A miscarriage is a natural and common event.  All told, probably more women have lost a child from this world than haven’t.  Most don’t mention it, and they go on from day to day as if it hadn’t happened, so people imagine that a woman in this situation never really knew or loved what she had.  But ask her sometime: how old would your child be now?  And she’ll know.

At the end of the day, we can endure much more than we think we can.

i am a sinking ship and i refuse to anchor you  with me  i breathe like a man drowns the sensation is familiar to me  i know how to survive my grief  without being overwhelmed by it  these are not your waters  i cannot let you be lost to them

Hit me. Hit me with a car.

Life is way too short to spend another day at war with yourself.