It’s one thing to support Hillary out of fear for a Trump presidency. It’s misinformed and incorrect, but at least it comes from a place of misguided optimism. But to outright gleefully support Hillary despite the thousands upon thousands of dead and dismembered Middle Eastern people, the dead and deported Mexicans and Central Americans, the Hondurans and Haitians earning slave wages after she lobbied to prevent them from getting raises on behalf of corporations, the murdered indigenous activists, the dead and imprisoned black Americans, the silenced victims of sexual assault by Bill Clinton, the millions of voters defrauded in the primary, the birtherism her campaign started against Obama in 2008, the huge amounts of people defrauded by Wall Street, and the purposeful destruction of our planet for profit, then you’re an outright dick. You are saying you don’t care about any of these people. You’re as bad as any of the Trump supporters you love to condescend about. In fact, you’re probably worse, because you like to go around pretending you’re a progressive with ethics.
welcome to the elder scrolls V skyrim where you can be a man cat werewolf nightingale dragon but you still can’t stack 2 cheese wheels properly in your own damn house without them flying through the walls leaving destruction in their wake
You deserve it. Everything in this world. Things like love and friendship and not a corner with walls and self destruction. Mistakes happen. It’s not purposeful. We are not at fault, this world has a mind of its own sometimes. Destiny too. They twist and turn, they test you. Endure. Slowly, softly. You will live, tattered soul maybe.
But just because your path was vicious, does not mean you choose to be unloved, stray away from the society. You deserve everything the world can give. You deserve someone new, helping you. Live.
And once again she built up her walls.
Looming slabs of darkness,
As dark as her mind.
Designed to keep all beauty and all evil out.
Afraid and alone she remained in desperate darkness.
Slowly stitching her severed heart whole.
Boldly building her wall of self destruction.
So no one could see her broken being.
So no one could shine through her darkness.
And here the stony limits would remain,
Until she was prepared to watch them crumble.
And bare her patchwork heart for all to see.