When I was five years old, my mom always told me that happiness was the key to life. When I went to school, they asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up. I wrote down “happy.” They told me I didn't understand the assignment and I told them they didn't understand life.
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Nice people made the best Nazis. My mom grew up next to them. They got along, refused to make waves, looked the other way when things got ugly and focused on happier things than ‘politics.' They were lovely people who turned their heads as their neighbors were dragged away. You know who weren’t nice people? Resisters.
You have to consider the possibility that God does not like you. He never wanted you. In all probability, he hates you. This is not the worst thing that can happen. We don't need him. [...] Fuck damnation, fuck redemption. We are God's unwanted children? So be it!
Every time she laughs she hopes he's watchig. Not so that he sees she's happy but maybe, just maybe he'll fall for her smile just as hard as she fell for his.
Don't worry about hard times because some of the most beautiful things we have in life come from changes and mistakes. Live with no regrets because everything happens for a reason.
