Show me a man or a woman alone and I’ll show you a saint. Give me two and they’ll fall in love. Give me three and they’ll invent the charming thing we call ‘society’. Give me four and they’ll build a pyramid. Give me five and they’ll make one an outcast. Give me six and they’ll reinvent prejudice. Give me seven and in seven years they’ll reinvent warfare.
You don’t want me. I’m seven layers of fucked up with a side of bullshit.
Just because something doesn’t last forever, it doesn’t mean it wasn’t meaningful while it did last. It doesn’t mean it wasn’t important.
- Candace Bushnell (Summer And The City)
WARNING: LITTLE SHIT ALERT!
Reblog if your muse is a little shit.
he never forgets.
he doesn’t forget the
ghosts in his lungs or
the skeletons in his closet.
he doesn’t forget
when he wakes up screaming
and he never forgets
as he falls to his bloody knees
finished to the bone.
don’t ask him if he forgets
because he never forgets.
he’ll never forget this.