One of my favourite stories about Napoleon of all time.
As a young soldier he visits a fortune teller. She reads his palm and says:
“You’re clever. You’re bold. But you’ll never be great.”
“Why not?” He says
She points to his palm and says.
“You lack the line of destiny. The mark of history great leaders.”
So without hesitation. he pulls out a knife. Carves a deep line across his palm. Exactly where the line of destiny ought to be. Blood drips.
He tells the fortune teller.
“Then I shall make my own destiny.”
Stop waiting for fate. Carve your own destiny.
The sexiest thing you can do in front of a woman is when you’re really mad break something with your fists like a dry wall or tv to show her how strong you are.
Lo mejor de la universidad (visto a distancia y por darle la razón a Proust) fue perder el tiempo y aburrirse y no saber qué hacer con tu vida, y ensayar maneras de ser, mientras alternabas con gente lista y guapa, y tan aburrida, perdida y excitada por el futuro como tú.
Andan matando y violando gente a unos cuantos km de tu casa y tú preocupado por Palestina. Barre tu casa antes de ver la del vecino hijo de tu puta madre