When Khaled Hosseini wrote “a man’s heart is a wretched, wretched thing. It isn’t like a mother’s womb. It won’t bleed. It won’t stretch to make room for you.” I had to stop, put the book down and breathe because never had a sentence knocked the breath out of me like that did.
And when he wrote, “Learn this once and learn it well, my daughter: Like a compass needle always points north, a man’s accusing finger always finds a woman.”
also when he wrote, “children aren’t colouring books. you don’t get to fill them with your favourite colours.”
some of y'all didnt grow up as the person nobody has a crush on and it really shows
some of yall never have to deal with the constant doubt in your own ability to be loved to the point where you get second hand embarrassment at the idea of someone being in love with you and finding you attractive because you’ve been diagnosed with ugly and cringy your whole life and it really shows
There’s even more pictures, from the second page of the link:
Never before have I so deeply wanted to live in the world of someone’s artwork. Those pictures with the human just burying their entire upper body in the floof, they speak to me on a spiritual level.
I really respect the guy that just keeps faceplanting all of the softest looking creatures. Same, dude. same.
