i've always loved most
those with whom i can
be and not speak

Everybody thinks they can go through life not caring what happens to anyone else. Ive TRIED. Thats just not who I am.

There’s survival instinct and then there’s sociopathy.

And I would just rather be dead than be adjusted to the kind of world where it’s every man for themselves.

I’m so tired of them. I’m tired of their lies. I’m tired of their disgusting amorality. I’m tired of their faces, their voices, their smirks. I’m tired of their inability to say — let alone do — even one thing remotely kind or humble or appropriate, ever. So tired.

i don’t understand why taking in new information, changing your mind, and admitting you were wrong about something is so impossibly difficult for so many people. it’s not only ok to admit you made a mistake, it’s good for you. it builds character and helps bolster against future poor decisions.

I continue to be deeply moved by this statement to the heavens by President Carter.

How do you plan to spend the next four years?
Me: