Never believe your eyes

You must be careful with kindness. It's usually mistaken for weakness by stupid people.

We each die countless little deaths on our way to the last. We die out of shame as humiliation. We perish from despair. And, of course, we die for love.

So we make stories of our own, in fevered and envious imitation of our Maker, hoping that we'll tell, by chance, what God left untold. And finishing our tale, come to understand why we were born.

Everybody is a book of blood; wherever we're opened, we're red.

I've learned two things in my life. One that love is the beginning and end of all meaning. And two that it is the same thing whatever shape our souls have taken on this journey. Love is love. Is love.

being with people makes me vomit. I don't like em. I never did.