"i loved your son for his sturdy arms."

I decided I like this blog better than the other one, but I bet I'll change my mind again.

"The self-loathing and shame had ceased to be even slightly productive, but it was too late to go back at that point, so I just kept going. I followed myself around like a bully, narrating my thoughts and actions with a constant stream of abuse."

I don't like people who follow things blindly,  who worship something because it's easy, be it a god or a celebrity or a 30-day-guaranteed diet plan.  I don't like people who don't like what I like as much as I like it.  I like being in love with the things I like, I like watching Seinfeld and cuddling cats.  I enjoy imagining elaborate revenge on the people I hate, I like little bakeries that smell like butter and sitting in front of a heater after showering.  I like most of my body, I wish that magic was real and I should make more music than I do but it's SO tiring that it makes my soul ache all over.