You know what they say… You paint your masterpiece, you’ll live forever.
You don’t need to worry, Ma. I’m taking care of us in that basement.
The why question is always the most complicated.
Upon my death, I want my brain sent to Boston University. I promised mother I’d go to college.
They died, because I lived. Not many people can say they had that kind of impact on the world.
The collective, atavistic, evolutionary ambition of humanity is, and always has been, immortality.
People reveal their true colors under duress.
Love is a prison. Death, death is liberation. Freedom. No more pain. No more feeling. No more failure. Just freedom.
Life’s a curveball, b**ch.
History is a graveyard for unsustainable frontiers.
Big, big tragedies just simply come down to “car access” in the end, it seems.