#hoot

It was an oddly satisfying idea to feel bereft as I left my mother this time. We only feel bereft when we’re deprived of something meaningful. ↗

— Laura Anderson Kurk

#family #glass-girl #grief #laura-anderson-kurk #meg-kavanagh

Grow a garden. When there’s a food shortage in the future, you’ll need it. And when people try to steal your food and you shoot them, you’ll also need a good place to hide the bodies. 
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— Jarod Kintz

#body #death #food #food-shortage #future

You keep shooting. You hope it goes in, and you smile. ↗

— Teemu Selanne

#hope #keep #shooting #smile #you

We’re a couple of shooting stars, Biggs, and we’ll never be stopped. ↗

— George Lucas

#friendship #hope #shooting-star #friendship

Nothing is impossible to kill. It's just that sometimes after you kill something you have to keep shooting it until it stops moving ↗

— Mira Grant

#funny #possibilities #shooting #zombies #death

There are no black people in Iraq, so how will they know who to shoot at? ↗

— Greg Giraldo

#how #iraq #know #people #shoot

Serious sport has nothing to do with fair play. It is bound up with hatred, jealousy, boastfulness, disregard of all rules and sadistic pleasure in witnessing violence. In other words, it is war minus the shooting. ↗

— George Orwell

#bound #disregard #fair #fair play #hatred

I don't jump in real life, why would I jump in a photo? ↗

— Sara Quin

#photoshoot #sara-quin #tegan-and-sara #tegan-quin #life

Because the truth was, and we both knew it, he'd gone long, long ago. I'd just made him stick around when he really wanted to be somewhere else. In his own weird way, he was another victim of the shooting, One of the ones who couldn't get away. "Are you mad?" he asked, which I thought was a really strange question. "Yes," I said. And I was. It's just that I wasn't so sure I was mad at him. But I don't think he needed to hear that part. I don't think he wanted to hear that part. I think it was important to him to hear that I cared enough to be angry. "Will you ever forgive me?" he asked. "Will you ever forgive me?" I shot back, leveling my gaze directly into his eyes. He stared into them for a few moments then got up silently and headed for the door. He didn't turn around when he reached it. Just grabbed the doorknob and held it. "No," he said without facing me. "Maybe that makes me a bad parent, but I don't know if I can. No matter what the police found, you were involved in that shooting, Valerie. You wrote those names on that list. You wrote my name on that list. You had a good life here. You might not have pulled the trigger, but you helped cause the tragedy." He opened the door."I'm sorry. I really am." He stepped out into the hallway. "I'll leave my new address and phone number with your mother," he said before walking slowly out of my sight. ↗

— Jennifer Brown

#divorce #father #forgiveness #parents #school-shooting

I want a trophy wife. I’ll keep her on the shelf next to my future Nobel peace prize. (I plan on inventing a gun that shoots love, not bullets.)
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— Jarod Kintz

#bullets #gun #invention #love #nobel-peace-prize