H: Pray that I ------
D: I don't do that shit, Hannah.

Yeah, I don't do crack no more either. So what's left?

Is it ironic when people say: Wait did you just mean that in a non-ironic way? When it probably wasn't irony the other party was missing, but sarcasm instead?

Damn you Alanis for screwing me over.

Not to be dramatic...

Take my love, but not my ability to love again. Indeed, it would be a shame to lose it all to fear. I remember Seth telling me once, that if fear is the only thing that is stopping you from doing something, do it. So yes, I will bungee jump one day.

But on that note, fear is probably an indicator of other things to worry about and I'm learning that having an identity that has been constructed and reconstructed by different hands means fissures and cracks. But with that comes a beautiful terrain.

So teach me again, in all things, grace. 

Stopped in mid-track faced with something I completely fail to understand. 

Left with nothing but to be patient, with the impossible task of replacing a patronizing nod with true grace.

Beautiful was right, it is a sad day when the tables turn and we become the upholders and protectors, if only because now we can. I guess in that light, it becomes so much easier.

MS  :  i heard a rumor that you wanna fight me. ill fight ya. bring it on

HL  :  YAH WELL IT"S ON BUDDY. IMMA TAKE YOU ON AND TAKE YOU DOWN

MS  :  just try

HL  :  I won't try. I WILL

MS  :  im gonna send you a package and youll be like: oh, how nice, and when you open the box a knock out punch will fly at you from thebox

HL  :  OH YEAH I WILL SEND YOU YOUR OWN SEVERED HAND IN THE BOX. WHEN YOU RECEIVE IT YOU"LL BE OH HOW NICE BUT THEN YOU WON"T BE ABLE TO OPEN IT COS YOU HAVE NO HAND.

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The best things come from the worst disasters, indeed!

I think men who are violent and emotionally abusive should be hung drawn and quartered.

Also, I've made a decision. Thank you, beautiful.

"But you children of space, you restless in rest, you shall not be trapped nor tamed. Your house (read citizenship) shall be not an anchor but a mast. It shall not be a glistening film that covers a wound but an eyelid that guards the eye. You shall not fold your wings that you may pass through doors, nor bend your heads that they strike not against a ceiling, nor fear to breathe lest walls should crack and fall down. you shall not dwell in tombs made by the dead for the living. And though of magnificence and splendour, your house shall not hold your secret nor shelter your longing. For that which is boundless in you abides in the mansion of the sky, whose door is the morning mist, and whose windows are the songs and the silences of night"

~ The Prophet.

In other words, take me anywhere, and I will make it good.

Sick day = me working at home in my garden with soup and chrysanthemum tea and honey with lemon.

Feeling bad has never felt so good!

Somewhere Alfie cries and says, enjoy his every smile you can see in the dark.

I understand that I hold gold dust in my hands.

OH NOOOEEEESSSSS!!!!!!

i i iz sick.

bleh.

That the apology was accepted a long time ago is of no relevance whatsoever in the light of where I am right now.

So don't worry about it. No bad blood or anger.

But don't come around anymore because I am absent.

You make your peace up as you go along. Changing names and changing games. Let's just hope that at the end of the day....

nah it's all gonna be just great!