…nothing is true that cannot be proven–and therefore, it’s not true.
How terrible to be a god of change and endure grief unending.
Aku akan bahagia jika aku dan lari bisa menua bersama.
Better to sleep with a sober cannibal than a drunk Christian.
Stupid Sixteen year old kid falling from the sky! I’m late!
We measure everything by ourselves with almost a necessary conceit.
It won’t be a normal life-I know that. But it will be a life. A life together.
same, with Meara. It had done her spirit
Consumption is the sole end and purpose of all production
The Stars shine down and watch us live Our little lives And weep for us