throw me in the landfill, don’t think about the consequences

You’re not the kind of girl who settles. Keep not settling.
- Joy Wilson 

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Two-Minute Personality Test By Jonathan Safran Foer

What’s the kindest thing you almost did? Is your fear of insomnia stronger than your fear of what awoke you? Are bonsai cruel? Do you love what you love, or just the feeling? Your earliest memories: do you look though your young eyes, or look at your young self? Which feels worse: to know that there are people who do more with less talent, or that there are people with more talent? Do you walk on moving walkways? Should it make any difference that you knew it was wrong as you were doing it? Would you trade actual intelligence for the perception of being smarter? Why does it bother you when someone at the next table is having a conversation on a cell phone? How many years of your life would you trade for the greatest month of your life? What would you tell your father, if it were possible? Which is changing faster, your body, or your mind? Is it cruel to tell an old person his prognosis? Are you in any way angry at your phone? When you pass a storefront, do you look at what’s inside, look at your reflection, or neither? Is there anything you would die for if no one could ever know you died for it? If you could be assured that money wouldn’t make you any small bit happier, would you still want more money? What has been irrevocably spoiled for you? If your deepest secret became public, would you be forgiven? Is your best friend your kindest friend? Is it any way cruel to give a dog a name? Is there anything you feel a need to confess? You know it’s a “murder of crows” and a “wake of buzzards” but it’s a what of ravens, again? What is it about death that you’re afraid of? How does it make you feel to know that it’s an “unkindness of ravens”?

I love the person I’ve become, because I fought to become her.
- Kaci Diane 

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in a moment I realized I loved you

it hit me hard, like a ball in the back of the head on the playground,

so hard that you don’t even feel embarrassed, you just feel pain


and you close your eyes for a moment and the world stops…

I told myself the words and felt myself realize I loved you

like the startling sound of someone saying their own name

introducing themself for the first time, or maybe correcting a stranger who’d gotten it wrong

your soft, tan skin and your thick eyebrows that don’t move when you talk

nonchalant, just like you.

the kindness in your heart

the things you do for others but never try to brag or take credit for.


the way you drive your car

I wish you’d put your hand on my leg as it sits in the passenger seat.

It creeps toward the center console.

touch me!

but you keep both hands on the wheel

I realized I love you for the very first time; the thought was introduced to me.

The thought was acute, like the way a person says their own name

so that’s how it’s said.

so this is how I feel.

I knew it now, I loved you

touch me!

but then the thought hit me, like a ball in the back of the head on the playground,

so hard that you don’t feel embarrassed, just pain

and maybe I am just a stranger

who’d just gotten it wrong the first time

and you made sure to correct me.

and you drive down the road, both hands on the wheel. 

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