The kindest thing literature does is remind you that your peculiar little feelings have always existed. Someone, in some century, was equally confused by love, bored by society, tired of performing, and hungry for meaning.
I’m in love with this sentence:
“The degree to which a person can grow is directly proportional to the amount of truth he can accept about himself without running away.”
@MoeTowe@BattleRapBum She was kicking it with Stefon’s hair personnel about two weeks after the alleged assault & strangulation. the assistant of his hair stylist recorded her and testified to the authenticity