Meditating and getting to a quiet place when alone was somehow much different from feeling the Force in combat or while piloting or practicing against drones. When I opened myself to the Force in thos...
I’m just thinking about how our causes have trouble seeing their effects until it’s too late to do anything but mourn them.
It’s more difficult to make new friends as you grow older,
It is by degrees of love that we wither or blossom—and I suspect that this holds true in both the giving and receiving.
I wasn’t ready for a fight. But as I drew even with Oberon and put a calming hand on the back of his neck, the blood drained from my face when I saw a lone figure limping toward us across the dry red...
I don’t have enough information to make a rational decision. It’s like you’re asking me to order a drink according to how me nipples are feeling instead of telling me what they’re ready to pour.
Horns honked in our wake, and people stomped on their brakes at the sight of a black Mustang being pursued by an airborne chariot.
Greta rolls her eyes. That’s easy. The tax code protects the rich, and lots of voting laws protect a white majority, and arbitration clauses protect corporations from getting sued when they rip people...
For me, the times I always regret are missed opportunities to say farewell to good people, to wish them long life and say to them in all sincerity,
For all its manifold beauties, the world is never so fine once someone you love leaves it; instead, there is only the bleak prospect of loneliness and might-have-beens.
Bring it,muthafuckas.Bring it.
Better to ask forgiveness than permission and to answer their shenanigans with even better shenanigans.
And I knew too well the loneliness that clamps around one’s heart when loved ones have passed on before. To have that companionship, the comfort of someone being at home for you for years, and then su...
You can’t unchoose anyone’s choices, least of all your own. All you can do with your past is try to grow out of it. Darren
Wooden plaque hangs from a nail, reading THE MASTER IS OUT, and I shake my head and flip it around. The other side also says THE MASTER IS OUT.
Intoxicated
Didn’t deserve that kind of trauma. He was so tiny.>
Craven weasel puke
Chased by Polish curses that seemed to Doppler-shift bizarrely into Never Gonna Give You Up, and after I thought of it I couldn’t believe I’d just rickrolled myself.
But underneath that lurked horrors, like a syphilitic dick hidden under a blanket.