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I was both miserable about my failure snd delivered to be released from a bad fit

“Truffles are to sex as truffle oil is to sniffing panties”

Every aspect of undergrad life felt like a competition: grueling exams, graded on a curve; limited seats and coveted classes; and a scarcity of nice looking boys among pimply engineering wonks and aggressive future sex offenders of the Greek system.

Mom taught me the concept of "if there are three, let it be." This worked because poison oak, which makes clustered fruit that could be mistaken for unripe blackberries, has compound leaves with three leaflets, whereas wild blackberry was in the "if there are five, let it thrive" category of plants that are not likely to be harmful and possess compound leaves with five leafiets

This use of pecans by Indigenous people should not be surprising given that that the name of the nut, “pecan" itself is thought to be derived from the Algonquin word "pakani, which translates to "a nut too hard to crack by hand" or, alternatively, "a nut requiring a stone to crack."

If it was good I enjoyed it. If it was bad I learned from it. I can’t go around regretting things that made me, me.

In the jungle, every square inch of earth is alive. And every death is the beginning of other lives. Nothing is too small to make food for something else.

A lot of rich people want to pretend to be poor people. Or comfort themselves that they could live like poor people if they had to

“Now, of course I always welcome your thoughts on every matter, but in this case, I beg you to tread thoughtfully because I fear I'm so perplexed by the matter that anything you say might make tracks I'd be unable to erase.”

She didn’t enjoy meeting other eldest children, generally. Too much like meeting veterans of the same war. You could swap battlefield stories for a little bit, but then you started to eachother off.

Because I do not believe there is any original sin in any of us and I cannot sit there and listen to someone say there is. I don’t want to believe in any being who would judge and punish like that. I’ll pay the price if I’m wrong, and God does exist, but I will not submit to a God like that willingly.

Because the world had decided that to be soft, was to be weak, even though being soft and flexible, was always more durable than being hard and brittle. admitting you were afraid always took more guts than pretending you weren’t. being willing to make a mistake got you further than never trying. The world had decided that to be fallible was weak, but we are all fallible. The strong ones are the ones to accept it.

A stack of hypersensitivities in a trench coat

Why was life so hard for some people? A question people called you stupid for asking yet no one could give you a straightforward answer

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