How torture is torture and humiliation is humiliation only when you choose to suffer.
How physical beauty turns out to be chemistry and geometry and anatomy. Art is really science. Discovering why people like something is so you can replicate it. Copy it. It's a paradox, creating a rea...
How much can you know about yourself if you've never been in a fight?
How everything you ever love will reject you or die. Everything you ever create will be thrown away. Everything you're proud of will end up as trash.
How I feel is cheap and used, dirty and humiliated. Dirty and tricked and thrown away.
Here in your mind you have complete privacy. Here there's no difference between what is and what could be.
Here at St. Anthony’s, they have to close the curtains before it gets dark, since if a resident sees themself reflected in a window they’ll think somebody’s peeping in at them. It’s called sun-downing...
He can't live with knowing the future and not being able to save anyone.
Haute couture and getting hauter.Fire inches down the foyer wallpaper. Me, for added set dressing I started the fire. Special effects can go a long way to heighten a mood, and it's not as if this is a...
Going to work just looked crazy. Eating another meal, ever, made about as much sense as planting tulip bulbs in the shadow of a falling atom bomb.
Give me release.I'm tired of this world of appearances. Pigs that only look fat. Families that look happy.Give me deliverance.From what only looks like generosity. What only looks like love.Flash.
Give me rampant intellectualism as a coping mechanism.
Give me pity.Flash.Give me empathy.Flash.
Give me courage.Flash.Give me heart.Flash.
Give me clarity. Give me reasons. Give me answers.Flash.
Give me amnesia.Flash.Give me new parents.Flash.
Generaciones y generaciones han desempeñado trabajos que odiaban para poder comprar cosas que en realidad no necesitan.
Full-time drudge. Part-time God.
Fuck me. I'm so tired of being me. Me beautiful. Me ugly. Blonde. Brunette. A million fucking fashion makeovers that only leave me trapped being me.Who I was before the accident is just a story now. E...
For instance, if Jesus Christ had died in prison, with no one watching and with no one there to mourn or torture him, would we be saved?