life is strange and if I didn’t tell you I cared before it was too late, I am sorry.
❝ I am, to be blunt and concise, in love only with myself, my puny being with its small inadequate breasts and meagre, thin talents. I am capable of affection for those who reflect my own world. How much of my solicitude for other human beings is real and honest, how much is a feigned lacquer painted on by society, I do not know. I am afraid to face myself. Tonight I am trying to do so. I heartily wish that there were some absolute knowledge, some person whom I could trust to evaluate me and tell me the truth.
paper man is praying man on the corner of the street and everything I look at seems philosophical to me. lizard run on. pollutants all around from the silent rage of sheep. you choose to sleep or to weep.
crushed pink petals laughing quietly at our defeat.