I solemnly swear that I am up to no good.
It’s a bad habit of mine to say “I’m sorry” as a reaction to everything. It comes out whenever I’m sad, scared, or confused, even when I’m the one getting hurt.
I really want Hillary to just say “Donald how does a bill get passed” and just wait for his response
We all know how a bill gets passed. There are some great bills. Beautiful bills. Unbelievable bills.
Will you pass bills, they ask me.
I will pass some bills. Some of the best bills.Hillary will never pass bills. She’s never passed any bills. I will pass them. I’ll pass so many bills it’ll be yuge. Hillary passed some of the worst bills. Worst bills ever. Unbelievable. She’s married to Bill Clinton.
How fragile we are, between the few good moments.
Jane Hirshfield, from “Vinegar and Oil,” Come, Thief (via lifeinpoetry)
I hated myself for needing him at such times, for craving his strength whenever I felt upset.
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