Matthew 7:6
“Do not give dogs what is sacred; do not throw your pearls to pigs. If you do, they may trample them under their feet, and turn and tear you to pieces.”

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Matthew 7:6
“Do not give dogs what is sacred; do not throw your pearls to pigs. If you do, they may trample them under their feet, and turn and tear you to pieces.”
Franz Kafka, The Diaries of Franz Kafka / Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
fuck.
My father made me coffee every morning and put anger instead of sugar.
He had been a man of few words- never said he loved me and even his happiness was full of rage. Every night, he'd watch some game on the telly and talk about the stock market and bonds and things I never understood. I remember when the newspaper began to publish my articles, he barely read them and gave me a nod as if to show his acknowledgement. One day, I looked into his drawer to find some batteries and noticed a stack of newspaper cuttings, articles and poems and photographs, all of my work- the borders cut with such tenderness and care, I couldn't believe his hands could be so gentle.
My father carved me from his thigh and watered me with his blood and wondered where my rage came from. My father loved me in silence and wondered why I couldn't listen.
-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The world is a sphere of ice and our hands are made of fire
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Ukiah Dispatch Democrat, California, October 7, 1927
Louise Glück, Averno
Don’t ever put your happiness in someone else’s hands. They’ll drop it. They’ll drop it everytime.
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