“You know what’s wrong with you, Miss Whoever-you-are? You’re chicken, you’ve got no guts. You’re afraid to stick out your chin and say, “Okay, life’s a fact, people do fall in love, people do belong to each other, because that’s the only chance anybody’s got for real happiness.” You call yourself a free spirit, a “wild thing,” and you’re terrified somebody’s gonna stick you in a cage. Well baby, you’re already in that cage. You built it yourself. And it’s not bounded in the west by Tulip, Texas, or in the east by Somali-land. It’s wherever you go. Because no matter where you run, you just end up running into yourself.”
“The concept is simple. Take a blank sheet with nothing but the basic outline of a pinup girl and illustrate a unique scene around her.”
This is fucking amazing.
Whoa. Now I wanna do this! 8D
That’s what we tell ourselves.
1. That there’s always someone out there for everyone. That we should just wait. But that’s a lie. Because sometimes there isn’t anybody. And sometimes people do end up alone.
2. That it’s going to be okay. That everything will work out for the best. But that’s a lie. Because sometimes things end up shittier than we expected. Andmost of the time sometimes there is no happy ending.
3. That there’s a God. That we’ll meet each other again in the afterlife. That people are in a ‘better place’ after they die and that we should be happy that they are with our “creator.” But that’s a lie. Because when you really look deep inside yourself, you know those words are just meant to comfort us. They aren’t true. There is no God. We die and that’s it.
4. That people will eventually get what they deserve. That justice will prevail. But that’s a lie. Because sometimes the guilty do walk free. And sometimes the innocents are the ones punished.
But how shall we live with ourselves if we do not lie? We lie and get through. There’s no point in this post. Because life is a series of lies. And we just go with the current until we die.
once i tried to fly
and i did
and it was beautiful
the same thing