I want to write a novel about silence. The things people don’t say.
I’m not interested in your past, I’m interested about what makes you tick, what makes you angry, what keeps you sane - tell me those things. You have my undivided attention. People waste so much time on reputation that they simply forget that you aren’t the same person who did those things back then, this is you. This is now, and I don’t give a fuck what has happened, I want to watch you happen in this single moment now. Everything else is time wasted.
so when are we gonna stop pretending beer tastes good
too hot for ugly people too ugly for hot people