"Shoot for the moon and youll land among the stars" nuh uh bitch how about we set reasonable goals. We don't do scope creep here. We just shoot lower. Like for a tree, or like the towers maybe.
After an intelligent discussion about gender at the bar, going home, helping a random woman on the street get home safely, followed by men verbally harassing me and calling me an "it" while helping said woman.
Life is short, though I keep this from my children. Life is short, and I've shortened mine in a thousand delicious, ill-advised ways, a thousand deliciously ill-advised ways I'll keep from my children. The world is at least fifty percent terrible, and that's a conservative estimate, though I keep this from my children. For every bird there is a stone thrown at the bird. For every loved child, a child broken, bagged, sunk in a lake. Life is short and the world is at least half terrible, and for every kind stranger, there is one who would break you, though I keep this from my children. I am trying to sell them the world. Any decent realtor, walking you through a real shithole, chirps on about good bones: This place could be beautiful, right? You could make this place beautiful.
