"Don’t fear death, uh. Don’t bother trying to accept it either. You will never be comfortable with it lurking around. Uh, here’s what you do. You fucking live. People, uh, buy pistols and fill their cups with all sorts of pills thinking that’ll end their misery. But it fucking doesn’t. Fuck death; don’t surrender to it. Uh, you don’t want to risk that. Life is a fucking joyride. We stole it from that fella up there, uh. He wants to take it back. They call him God or something, uh. Don’t let him win. Look, uh, you, uh, make a deal with the devil. Live till you no longer want to, you know? Go crazy. Lose yourself like that rap song says. I’m telling you kiddo, don’t fucking give up."
| There was darkness, and plenty of it. They teetered around love till submission. Then when the stars shone, her eyes lit up so much so that Altair could not compare.
#personal / #lit
| If you asked me about love a year ago, I would’ve told you it’s a beautiful thing to possess. But as with all materials, things come with expiration dates. Love, now, is as trivial as a trip to the mall. So redundant, that it no longer matters. #personal
I have a major intellectual crush on Andrea Gibson.
The answer comes in the form of a handwritten letter from the moon.
This is brutally beautiful.
So are we.
This is endless.
So are we.
We can heal this.
P.S. See me for who I am.
We’ve got work to do.