I once dropped a pen
And thought it was the foreshadowing of my death,
The reality is, being born was the foreshadowing of my death.
Let the pens drop, people die. I’m alive.
The ultimate weakness of violence is that it is a descending spiral
begetting the very thing it seeks to destroy. Instead of diminishing evil, it multiplies it.
Through violence you may murder the liar, but you cannot murder the lie, nor establish the truth.
Through violence you may murder the hater, but you do not murder hate. In fact, violence merely increases hate. Returning violence for violence multiplies violence, adding deeper darkness to a night already devoid of stars.
Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that.
Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that.— Martln Luther King, Jr.
like my first bicycle accident—
before the mouthful of gravel and blood,
I swore we were flying. — Sierra DeMulder, from “Cycle of Abuse” (via fleurishes)