savethesass
What's the point in being respectable when you could be extraordinary? Who wants old men in tuxedos shaking their hand and saying, "I respect you," when you could have those same old men shitting their pants because you're incredible?
Fiction is so much more interesting than the truth. The truth is what it is. Plain and simple. Point blank, like a swift kick to the nuts. Fiction, on the other hand, is what you want it to be, what it could be, what may not be but, what the hell, now it is.
I wish for everything and nothing all at once. I wish that the world would collapse into itself and become a black abysmal nothing. I wish that world would expand and consume and become an incredible giant something that words can't even explain the magnificence of. And sometimes, I just wish that everything would just stay exactly like it is.
I'm lucky to be alive. Not because I survived some sort of tragic accident or grand illness. I'm lucky because of the choices of others. If my mother was the type to possess weapons or medication, I definitely would be dead. Not probably or maybe. Definitely. Because sometimes you just can't help what that infinite sadness would have you do.
There are so many things that people consider true that, in their very essence, are mythological. Gods who send out human forms to bless the earth and have magnificent adventures. Love so true that it transcends time and space.
Religion has always intrigued me. I've never bought into it, but I've always found it so horrifyingly interesting that people were willing to die and to kill for something they were so unsure of. It was the huge omnipresent force pushing people to be humane and, in the same turn, pushing people to unspeakable evil.