“How come when it’s us it’s an abortion, and when it’s chicken it’s an omelette?! Wait, what, are we so much better than chicken all of a sudden? When did this happen that we pass chicken in goodness?? Name six ways we’re better than chickens. See, nobody can do it! You know why, ’cause chickens are decent people. You don’t see chicken hanging around with drug gangs, do you. When was the last time you heard a chicken came home from work and beat the shit out of his hen, huh? Doesn’t happen. ‘Cause chicken’s a decent people.”
“Catholics and Christians are against abortion, and against homosexual. Well, who has less abortion than homosexual?? Leave this fucking people alone for Christ’s sake! Here’s an entire class of people guaranteed never to have an abortion!”
— none other than George Carlin on talking about abortion. :)))
I tend to think I deserve better.
I tend to forget what I’ve got.
I tend to want to have something else.
I tend to want to be someone else.
I tend to lose my senses.
I tend to lose self-control.
Then I always find out, that is not the way to live a life nice enough to retire from it faster.
If one should leave, thus it would leave.
If one should stay, thus it would stay.
I just want to live ’till I die, love ’till I dry.
With no exception for anyone, though my hope won’t die that you’ll always be my significant one.
I.. don’t want to want anything anymore.
By the time I found out that the world is cruel to everyone who is trying to be nice always, being a bitch is the only (easy) chance for survival.
Maturity is a lot harder option.
I wish I could.
I hope one day I would.
How bad could it have grown?
How sad could it be, that even to be really sad, you have to try so hard?
Since when, growing stronger is becoming such an unfortunate event?
What’s the point in living, when your body is no longer trembling when you feel?
Will self-proclaiming action help my insecurities ’cause there seem to be no cure for it except constant limelight like everyday’s your birthday.
No, bitch, no.
Does feeling melancholy always feel this good? I hope so.
“You can’t get anywhere without publicity in these days“
— Elizabeth Gilbert
About the time needed when another time has spent too much, will it ever be relevant to want distance as an ordeal for intimacy?
Will it be better to grow apart than spending time wanting to grow apart?
Repeating endlessly in my head, ‘why does it have to happen’.
I hate founding the truth that I never change.
Living life as a lot of nescience.
None has changed.