I like weird people. The black sheep, the odd ducks, the eccentrics, the artists, the loners. People who actually think for themselves, the kind whose morals are not swayed by groupthink. These people have the most beautiful souls.
one thing about tables, baby… they always turn. don’t think you can plant chaos in someone else’s life and rest easy. what you create comes back dressed as your reality. karma doesn’t miss… it remembers.