She kept saying that the flood was God’s will and we had to submit to it. But I didn’t see things that way. Submitting seemed to me a lot like giving up. If God gave us the strength to bail—the gumption to try to save ourselves—isn’t that what he wanted us to do?

Don't mess with me, lady. I've been drinking with skeletons.

Certain objects that are supposed to (a) remain horizontal and (b) support heavy things have ceased to do either.

Love doesn't happen at the first sight. It's just the attraction that proceeds to either love or hatered once you get to know each other.

Written By Sabeena azeem.

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