“When you care about someone, you just do, and nothing changes that.”— Amanda Hocking, Lullaby
“Bad things happen to everyone. Not that this was an excuse or a justification for wronging another human being. Still, all humans had this shared experience—that of suffering. No human being left this world without shedding a tear, or feeling pain, or wading into the sea of sorrow.”— Sylvain Reynard, Gabriel’s Inferno
Mama I don’t want kids, I say. For the hundredth time. Mother has this look on her face, it sits still- something between disappointment and bewilderment. But who will take care of you, she says, when you’re older? And that is a rotten feeling. To believe that a child is only as good as what it does for its parents. To believe you are only as good as you give. To believe you owe someone, only to feel love. Who deserves this? Who deserves this wretched snarling beast sitting in my chest, whispering, shrieking- give, give, give.
-Ritika Jyala, The Beast that makes me Give
Aren’t we all waiting to be read by someone, praying that they’ll tell us that we make sense?
- Ruby Francisco
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