I only want to write. And there’s no college for that except life.
they say the suicide usually dies of a heart attack
before he ever reaches ground
that there is a moment of redemption in mid-air
that the jumper waves and shakes his body trying to stop
did you see stars when you landed?
were you burning when you fell?
The meaning of life is just to be alive. It is so plain and so obvious and so simple. And yet, everybody rushes around in a great panic as if it were necessary to achieve something beyond themselves.
I have noticed even people who claim everything is predestined, and that we can do nothing to change it, look before they cross the road.
prepare for high school then prepare for college then prepare for your career then prepare for retirement then you’re dead
I’m sorry, but if lesbians can control themselves in a girls only changing room with ass naked woman waltzing around. Then I figure men should be able to control them selves with clothed girls walking down the street. Just a thought.
I was ready to love the whole world, but no one understood me, and I learned to hate.
I like to imagine that the world is one big machine. You know, machines never have any extra parts. They have the exact number and type of parts they need. So I figure if the entire world is a big machine, I have to be here for some reason. And that means you have to be here for some reason, too.