If we are not ashamed to think it, we should not be ashamed to say it.
Lies can’t grow. Once plucked they can only wither. But every truth, once planted, grows into a tall, noble tree.
If I were to be brutally honest with myself, how often is my journey actually a path designed to circumvent my journey?
If someone doesn’t value evidence, what evidence are you going to provide to prove that they should value it? If someone doesn’t value logic, what logical argument could you provide to show the importance of logic?
My past conduct was so transparent and so honest that when my enemies spread rumours about me nobody believed them.
Just because you took longer than others, doesn’t mean you failed.
Don’t condemn me to the prison of your bullshit.
But the truth is, nothing delights me more than a biography of one of the truly great that proves he or she was an absolute shit.
I think I feel it
The nimble, fleeting emotion
That novels and authors desperately
Try to convey in ink and heart blood
Whose shadow festers in the loins
Of teenagers and their insatiability
The hidden thing none of us can see
Yet we all disagree what it looks like
If only it were love… simple, infinite love
But this was more, this was bloodshot madness.