I’m a screw up. And I plan to be a screw up until my late twenties, maybe even my early thirties.
Nothing is ever fulfilled until the very end and closure… No. Nothing is ever over.
I think human consciousness was a tragic misstep in evolution. We became too self-aware. Nature created an aspect of nature separate from itself. We are creatures that should not exist by natural law. We are things that labour under the illusion of having a self, this accretion of sensory experience and feeling, programmed with total assurance that we are each somebody when, in fact, everybody’s nobody.
in Orange Is The New Black fandom, we don’t say ‘I love you’, we say ‘i threw my pie for you’, which means ‘you’re my wife now, and if you leave me i’ll pee on your floor’ and I think that’s beautiful