He told me I was like an angel, with beaten and battered wings that glistened in the sunlight, a voice ever-so-soft, and a touch ever-so-pure. I lit a cigarette with his name on it and said, “Haven’t you ever noticed the good people go through horrible things? It’s because we’re the worst of them all.…
The Seperation Of Mind And Body — Thought Catalog
DSM (Defeating Stigma Mindfully) 