I cripple myself socially so that its easier for me to justify not having to be social. I think I do it so I don’t get rejected.
All of the true things that I am about to tell you are shameless lies.
I cripple myself socially so that its easier for me to justify not having to be social. I think I do it so I don’t get rejected.
Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta.
“Lolita” by Vladimir Nabokov
This is the most beautiful first paragraph in the entirety of literature.
I am the shadow of the waxwing slain.
Poo-tee-weet?
A bird
I’ve thought about getting a tattoo many a times. Right now is the closest I’ve actually ever come to committing to one.
That is my principal objection to life, I think: It’s too easy, when alive, to make perfectly horrible mistakes.
Kurt Vonnegut, Jr.
(A week late for his anniversary, but more relevant to me right now)
what would beyonce do?
The only real failure in life is not following your heart. That and not partying.
Shall I project a world?
I have a life boner right now.
Well you live in Texas now. You love the game of football. You just don’t know it yet.
