LOVE- It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and fuck you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your life…You give them a piece of you, even though they didn’t ask for it. && when you fall in love your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats your heart out and leaves you crying in the dark, so simple a phrase like ‘its over' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It’s a soul-hurt, a gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart hurt.
Money over everything.
Bitches under all.
How is one to live a moral and compassionate existence when one is fully aware of the blood, the horror inherent in life, when one finds darkness not only in one's culture but within oneself? If there is a stage at which an individual life becomes truly adult, it must be when one grasps the irony in its unfolding and accepts responsibility for a life lived in the midst of such paradox. One must live in the middle of contradiction, because if all contradiction were eliminated at once life would collapse. There are simply no answers to some of the great pressing questions. You continue to live them out, making your life a worthy expression of leaning into the light.
KAiLEE MY BESTFRANNN <3