i don’t have plans for tonight or the rest of my life if anyone wants to have a drink or get married
— THEORIES ABOUT THE UNIVERSE by Blythe Baird (via tinykittenfist)
— Albert Camus, The Fall (via larmoyante)
|Pro-lifer:||Would you have wanted to be aborted|
Part of me is really fucking embarrassed that I wept in front of 95% of my friends last night (at least 3 individual times), but the other part of me is like fuck that, how many people can look someone in the eyes and tell them all of the things they’ve been dying to say, not knowing whether it’ll be reciprocated or laughed at or whatever. I am so fucking proud to be the kind of person that doesn’t leave anything unsaid. I don’t care how uncomfortable people are with honesty. I will put myself out there over and over again, because I don’t know how to be any other way. I’d rather be emotionally unpredictable than petrified to share myself with other people. Also, shout out to my friends who are the actual fucking best and made me feel so cared for last night. I am lucky.
"I can’t stand moral absolutism. You know, there’s always that guy who wants to point out that Martin Luther King cheated on his wife— as if he obviously couldn’t have been a great person if he did something like that. Or someone will bring out an inspirational quote, and get you to agree, and then inform you that Hitler said it. As if a good thought couldn’t come from Hitler. Moral absolutism keeps us from learning from the past. It’s easy to say: ‘Hitler was a demon. Nazis were all bad seeds.’ That’s simple. It’s much harder to say: ‘Is that humanity? Is that me?’"