[big hearts are] for breaking

Chicago girl who reads a lot of comic books and writes in too many notebooks at once. I like to cross my fingers and use Tumblr as a fangirl outlet. Speaking of: OMG THE NEW JOSS WHDON MOVIE. [carogriffin.com]

—If I said I was a fat thug who beat up women and sold bad coke, would you like my story? What if instead I wrote that I was a recovered addict who obtained sole custody of my twin girls, got us off welfare and raised them by myself, even though I had a little touch of cancer? Now we’re talking. Both are equally true, but as a member of a self-interpreting species, one that fights to keep disharmony at a remove, I’m inclined to mention my tenderhearted attentions as a single parent before I get around to the fact that I hit their mother when we were together. We tell ourselves that we lie to protect others, but the self usually comes out looking damn good in the process.

David Carr, Me and My Girls (adapted from The Night of the Gun)