if i lived in the 1800s and making dinner meant spending every waking hour baking bread and plucking a chicken or whatever and then my husband sat down and said "let's thank god for this meal" i think i'd poison him

“The worthwhile run is never the short one. You know we’re not running from oblivion. We’re running toward hope.”

Blood over Bright Haven
M. L. Wang
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