The Real Justice League

ps: fuck you alice =)

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Some Things ARE Black and White

Gasp! We have returned! For the next few days, Amy and I will be posting last year's (read: shitty) comics in preparation for our newly made ones. Basically, these are the ones that never quite made the cut. So come back next Saturday for new and improved comics!

We hope you missed us. So much it hurt sometimes.

Autumn is a Lonely Season

“When it’s dark enough, you can see the stars.”

– Persian proverb

There are many different kinds of pain in the world: physical, mental, emotional. And even though our emotions are so much less tangible than our bodies or our minds, somehow when they hurt, they hurt the most. But even emotional pain comes in so many varieties. You can be rejected, insulted, ignored. You can feel great loss or disappointment. Or the cold sting of betrayal. But it’s not just the source of the pain that matters: it’s the reaction. There can be broken hearts and then there are hearts that are simply beaten down. Trampled on. Walked all over and poked and prodded and squeezed until there is no spring left in the muscular tissue that used to pump life through your veins. The broken hearts stop -- they take a break to recover and come back almost as good as new. But being trampled on doesn't feel like enough to make you stop. It hurts in ways you can't imagine enduring, but just not in a way that makes you retreat. There’s just enough left over that makes you want to hold on despite everything -- despite the fact that what used to pump life now just twitches once in a while. And that? That’s the worst kind of pain. The kind of pain that takes everything out of you but doesn’t wake you up to reality. Doesn’t make you think: why the fuck am I putting up with this. Instead, you take the pain, wherever it’s coming from, and you keep getting back up, acting as if you aren’t hurt just because you haven't shattered. Not because you want to protect your pride… but because your brain just hasn’t gotten the message that hey, maybe this isn’t supposed to feel like this. So yeah, there are broken hearts and broken bones and they all heal eventually. But we have to let things break before we can try to put them back together.
-Gal

Maybe I'm Just Being Picky

"I read hands to tell your past;
Each scar marks a story
worth telling..."
-Sarah Kay

Too Bad I Had AIDS

Aren't they cute? But deadly.

Quid Pro Quo

I wanna fuck you so loudly the neighbors cum in their sleep.
Wanna do things that are only legal because
no one's ever thought to pass laws against them.
Lover, if you're willing to go to prison for the shit you do to me
I promise I will never turn you in...
-Rachel McKibbens and Marty McConnell

Mine Are Bigger

Maybe it's just me, but it always seems like there are moments when you know you need to confront a problem. The gaping hole in conversation begs for it. And it's not something fun, and chances are the conversation won't end well, but as long as you stay silent, nothing will be resolved. So you wait. You stall, make jokes, convince yourself that next time you'll find a better opening to bring it up. But you keep pushing 'next time' back. And by now, you already know exactly what you want to say. Why? Because instead of talking about the issue with someone who needs to know it, you talk to your friends - stay in the comfort zone. The sentences are in your head, rehearsed, and by now, a part of you wants to forget the whole thing because it's been done to death. You know your lines, and you can guess theirs with what you assume is perfect accuracy. But you shouldn't just let it go. Because sometimes, you're wrong. So rarely do we take the plunge and have that difficult discussion, that we don't realize: people can surprise you. Sometimes, they're just as eager as you to deal with the issue; and someone needs to be the bigger person. So embrace the mortification! Because the alternative could be losing someone forever.
-Gal