There might have been a better choice or a better way of doing things. Of loving myself. Of loving others. Of inhaling the air. Of accepting the sun in the morning and sending her farewell at night. Of loving my body. Of smiling more. And talking more. Of choosing a lover. Of talking back that to that man who tried to grope my breast. Of loving God. Of praying more. Of saying "I love you" to myself. Once. Or maybe sometimes. Of ignoring the blade and saying not today. No you arenot gonna conspire with the God of evils to make me bleed. Of living more. And of spending time with friends. And saying "hi" to strangers more. Even though I did that a lot. Of moving even a tiny finger despite the paralysis. Of tilting my head towards heaven and giving my thanks. Of kissing the petals of the flowers I pass by. The paw of that dog I so much love. Of surviving. Of not giving up. And taking my 5 minute wait before I decided to just do it. Or. There.might. have. Been. A. Better. Way. Of letting. People. Love. Me. More. Or maybe. Just maybe. There might be a better way of saying all this to myself kindly for all the ways I failed my self as a child of God. Because the way I woke up today despite everything I had to endure is the most loving way of WAKING UP.
-Yeab T

By the middle of the week, I am tired of being a person. So on Thursdays, give me space to die a little in private. I don't want to go to the grocery store, fold laundry, wash a pan, or cut up artichokes for a salad. Let me sit quietly in a room alone with my knees folded to one side. I will retreat into myself, where I have resided obscurely through immeasurable and contrasting lives, all disorganized and stacked on top of cach other in the pit of my stomach. Sometimes, they spill out of my mouth like a sheet of ice because of you and your nagging fingers pulling at my bottom lip, hungry for me to tell you what I think before I know how to say it.
–intangible - madisen kuhn.

ፍቅር•የተሟላ•ህግ•ነው።

“My mother and father could not always be there to protect me. No matter the depth of my mother’s love or how fierce her embrace, she could not protect me from the evil in the world, nor, it seemed, could all her novenas. Even then I began to question my faith and my mother’s belief in God’s will. What kind of God would allow this to happen to a child?”

"Because you are human beings, you are going to meet failure. You are going to meet disappointment, injustice, betrayal, and irreparable loss. You will find you're weak where you thought yourself strong. You'll work for possessions and then find they possess you. You will find yourself as I know you already have-in dark places, alone, and afraid."

Sorry to break you guys hearts like this at 7:00 in the midnight but isn't this so loving and crashing at the same time?