I hear you there in the dark spaces, screaming of what you would do if let out of the carefully compartmentalized corners I have placed you in. You raged loose at the world threatening that if you could not have all things beautiful than no one could, oh the hateful things I have heard you …
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Futile Forgiveness & the Death of Hope
When it comes to emotion, I’m usually all in: I laugh loud; love hard; and bring the phrase “seething with rage” to a comparison of the sun’s surface being a nice place to get a tan. I come by the last trait honestly, and probably genetically. My mother is a redhead, and like all stereotypical …
Psychoterrierpy 