“to love life, to love it even
when you have no stomach for it
and everything you’ve held dear
crumbles like burnt paper in your hands,
your throat filled with the silt of it.
When grief sits with you, its tropical heat
thickening the air, heavy as water
more fit for gills than lungs;
when grief weights you like your own flesh
only more of it, an obesity of grief,
you think, How can a body withstand this?
Then you hold life like a face
between your palms, a plain face,
no charming smile, no violet eyes,
and you say, yes, I will take you
I will love you, again.”—Ellen Bass (via thegreatfiresoflove)
“I don’t like when minorities tell me that I can’t understand racism because I’m white. No, you can’t understand racism because you are not white. I hear the shit that they say about you, when you leave the room.”—Doug Stanhope (via iamdougstanhope)
I actually don’t hate my job. The pay sucks, people can be assholes but I suspect many of them are just antisocial from having been hurt so many times. I try , and I usually fail, to keep the love alive even when I’m losing my mind.