dark humor

  • Dirty Windows

    Opinions should only come from people who are living the life you want. Everyone else should be a spectator. But spectators are rarely quiet. They sit comfortably in the ruins of their own choices and shout instructions across the fence about how someone else should rebuild theirs. Turn left. Leave. Stay. Forgive. Walk away. Try…

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  • There is a strange kind of silence that only writers hear. It doesn’t sound like silence at all. It sounds like an empty room where people were laughing five minutes ago. I never thought I would run out of things to say. Writers joke about writer’s block the way fishermen joke about rain. It exists.…

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  • There is a dangerous thing that happens when people mistake kindness for weakness.Not compassion. Not patience. Weakness. That is where people get themselves hurt. So let me say this out loud so everybody can hear it clearly in the back of the room where denial likes to sit with its legs crossed pretending it did…

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  • The Head of the Table

    I’m okay when some people hate me. Matter of fact, hate me if you must. Please. I highly encourage it if that’s the best use of your energy. I don’t spend a whole lot of time trying to change minds that already built a home inside their own bitterness. If someone wakes up in the…

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  • There is a strange kind of peace that happens when you finally become grateful for your own life. Not performative grateful.Not “post a quote over a sunset” grateful.I mean real grateful. The kind where you wake up and your nervous system is not in a cage match with your mind before your feet hit the…

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  • There is a strange kind of person in this world that thinks being ugly is a strategy. Not ugly in the face. Ugly in the spirit. The kind of ugly that smiles in your face while hoping your life falls apart quietly enough that nobody notices they wished for it. The kind of ugly that…

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  • There is something almost poetic about watching entitled people meet consequences. Not dramatic consequences. Not lightning bolts from the sky. Not some cinematic downfall where violins start playing while they fall to their knees in a grocery store parking lot screaming into the void. No. Real consequences are quieter than that. They arrive slow. They…

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  • There’s a certain kind of code people swear by when they’re knee-deep in bad decisions. Not the kind your grandma taught you. No, this is the back-alley, whispered-at-2AM, don’t-text-me-that kind of “honor.” The kind that sounds noble until you realize… everyone involved is still stealing. But sure. Let’s talk about the principles. Because nothing says…

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  • There are bad days…And then there are the days where your brain wakes up, cracks its knuckles, and says,“Alright… today we spiral.” You know the ones. You spill your coffee, your hair won’t cooperate, and suddenly your mind goes,“Hey… remember… your name makes someone out there absolutely lose their shit.” And instead of feeling powerful,…

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