When I was young my dad offhandedly told me he thought people treated fish with so much casual cruelty because fish can’t scream.
The words branded themselves across my soul.
As an adult I think he may have been joking. He payed no especial attention to any indignities fish suffered in our household but I could never forget. I saw fish in a different light after that.
Fish kept in tiny bowls, breathing their own poisons, dying by inches. Fish kept in cold tanks, casually disposed of. Fish touted as being short lived when they could outlive the better loved family dog if only they could breathe. Fish casually won and discarded in cheap plastic bags, thrown away a week later.
How they would scream, if they could.
His heart hurt with the wanting of it, the hurt no less painful for being difficult to explain.
Andrea Gibson
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– Tony Hoagland, from "Dickhead", Donkey Gospel
Look at this. This is what I need to show to every adult in my life every time they ask why.
“you do not need to explain your decisions to anybody if you don’t feel comfortable doing so”
— Unknown
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sometimes it's as simple
as waking up
and realizing it's not
sometimes, anndroanon
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