Why Does God Give His Toughest Battles (cleaning Up Spilled Lemonade) To His Eepiest Little Soldiers

No, Dad, it's not all in my head.

It's in my diaphragm. It's coiling around my ribs. It's pulsing with my heart. It's gripping my sternum. It has intertwined itself to me.

It's in my fucking marrow.

I am a beast. I was born from other beasts, and I will die a beast. It’s in my nature, in my blood.

You are yours are creatures. Gentler hands, tender embraces. You took me into your nest, feeding me along with your own young. But it’s clear I will always be a beast. My paws dwarf yours. My movements are less graceful. My eyes carry something different. But you love me all the same. And I love you as my mother.

I am a beast, but I am your beast. Loyal to you and you alone.

I feel like the beach showcases humanity at its finest. There are happy newlyweds taking pictures together. Elderly couples walk hand in hand and watch the sunset. Little kids bubble over with excitement when they see the water for the first time. Everyone is collecting shells. There is pure, uncontainable joy. A sense of peace hangs in the air along with the salt.

And then I look for too long and see the plastic bottle caps bobbing in the water and the beer cans littering the sand.

Not by blood, but by spirit

Remember, if a girl in staring at you in public and you think she's judging you, maybe she just thinks you're pretty <3

Thank you to everyone who participated in my study. For your troubles, I can offer you two Tylenol, and a piece of gum.

The voice of the people (me in my chemistry lecture) has been silenced (my professor didn’t see my raised hand)

I am so fucking proud of you

May she who is without sin cast the first stone, but then again perhaps those in stained glass houses should not be throwing stones in the first place.

Fun fact! It costs zero dollars ($0.00 USD) to be kind :)