I was just feeling really, really low for various reasons and this post from Joshua Norton cheered me up and made me feel brave again:
I decided when he died that I'm not going to flinch. That if my life comes to nothing else, I'll take risks with my eyes open and that if I fuck the dog I won't bitch about getting fleas. But. What I realize sometimes is that the risk involved in loving someone and trying to build a life and a relationship with them falls outside the boundary of losses I can absorb.
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