it gets better
"I will remove my teeth, for I want to remain kind despite my anger."
despite my anger.
i have a love-hate relationship with the concept of "in spite"
because it's beautiful until it's you.
until it's your anger or your hate or your sadness that you have to give up.
until it's the fire in your chest that has to be tucked deep enough that it burns but doesn't burn through.
and for what, really? what do you want that badly? what reward do you get for in spite? what kind of satisfaction are you getting from someone or something that puts a hole in you?













