I remembered what had been circling in me: I am beautiful. I am full of love. I am dying
I remembered what had been circling in me: I am beautiful. I am full of love. I am dying
I suppose it's the way we are, humans that we are. Always finding it easier to make ourselves the victim in someone else's tragedy. Though it is true, too, that sometimes it is hard to know to whom the tragedy really belongs.
When you're born in a burning house, you think the whole world is on fire. But it's not.
The story of the masochist's daughter only ever had one ending. Under the nail skin unravels like a secret orange peel.
but what a strange choice to have to make at the end of the night, between all the information in the world, and the back of yout eyelids. infinity or oblivion.
I remembered the first time i heard someone say- half the stars we see in the sky are already dead. Maybe thats what happened. Maybe we were already gone.
Evil isn’t the real threat to the world. Stupid is just as destructive as Evil, maybe more so, and it’s a hell of a lot more common. What we really need is a crusade against Stupid. That might actually make a difference
And when they arrive they are / just plain scrambled eggs and the warm weather / is holding.
But i know that im getting better, because i hate you more than i hate me
i’m jealous of the dead things. i imagine the honor of creating a keepsake with only with my body, to leave behind, to be loved, long after,
Sleep is good, death is better; but of course, the best thing would to have never been born at all.
Perhaps one did not want to be loved so much as to be understood.
We are what we pretend to be, so we must be careful about what we pretend to be.
You can't save everyone. Sometimes you can only save one person, and it is ok if that person is yourself.
Every corpse on Mount Everest was once an extremely motivated individual.