“Does it break my heart, of course, every moment of every day, into more pieces than my heart was made of, I never thought of myself as quiet, much less silent, I never thought about things at all, everything changed, the distance that wedged itself between me and my happiness wasn’t the world, it wasn’t the bombs and burning buildings, it was me, my thinking, the cancer of never letting go, is ignorance bliss, I don’t know, but it’s so painful to think, and tell me, what did thinking ever do for me, to what great place did thinking ever bring me? I think and think and think, I’ve thought myself out of happiness one million times, but never once into it.”—Jonathan Safran Foer (via severedheadmedusa)
I saw one of my best friends lying dead in a casket yesterday. I really do hate funerals, viewings and the whole process of mourning. When I die, just put me in a cardboard box and leave me in the woods.
A Spanish mother has taken revenge on the man who raped her 13-year-old daughter at knifepoint by dousing him in petrol and setting him alight. He died of his injuries in hospital on Friday.
Antonio Cosme Velasco Soriano, 69, had been sent to jail for nine years in 1998, but was let out on a three-day pass and returned to his home town of Benejúzar, 30 miles south of Alicante, on the Costa Blanca.
While there, he passed his victim’s mother in the street and allegedly taunted her about the attack. He is said to have called out “How’s your daughter?”, before heading into a crowded bar.
Shortly after, the woman walked into the bar, poured a bottle of petrol over Soriano and lit a match. She watched as the flames engulfed him, before walking out…
Today someone tried to kill me. I was riding my bike to my realty office to pay rent a half month late. I kept pace with traffic but had some asshole in a BMW behind me for two blocks. He was repeatedly honking his horn and yelling for me to “get the fuck off of the road.” I crossed the 9th street light and heard him roar his engine behind me. Drivers do this all the time in Philly to scare cyclists off of the road. I ignored it until I felt my back wheel start to slide and the next thing I know my leg is caught in between my frame and a tacoed wheel. I can’t breathe and I’m moaning on the street bleeding out of my knees, elbows and side. Fortunately my accident blocked traffic and prevented this guy from driving away. The police took his information and explained to me they would take my bike to the precinct. I was put in an ambulance and taken to the hospital. Upon leaving the hospital I called the police to find out about retrieving my bike. They so kindly informed me that they didn’t pick it up but moved it to the side of the street and left it. I am bikeless, bruised, bloody and furious.