woah bummer for everyone not making out with me right now
Ernest Becker points to the undeniable relationship between madness and wildly creative thinking.
“The road to creativity passes so close to the madhouse and often detours or ends there.”
If in doubt, always head for left field…
i hate when i wear a skirt or dress somewhere and people ask me why i’m dressed so fancy like i don’t need an occasion to free my legs from the constraints of pants thank you very much
my sense of style is
“fuck im late”
“what is this”
“i love this shirt im gonna wear it for 2 weeks straight”
if i feel someone starting to distance themselves from me, i start making the biggest gap possible between us, not even always on purpose. i think maybe it’s because i feel like if they don’t want me anymore, who am i to stay? i might as well be a good samaritan and take a hike.