Whenever I think that some idea or act is particularly outlandish. Or that our actions some day may wrack our bodies and minds. Or that a single bit of compassion to someone completely undeserving isn't worth it. Or that sometimes the very nature of cruelty has no lack of worth, either. That any extreme, or even simple mediocrity, is wholly right or wrong or ambiguous...
I hold on to the simple fact that we're not gonna make it out of here alive.
I would like think that I lived this life as a human - in all its imperfections, and that I deserved this life. My fingers squeezed every ounce of juice from the lemons given us. I loved, maybe even hated, but knew that I felt. I am real. I hurt and I bleed and I laugh and I smile.
A regular fucking, Pinocchio.
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Me too sir! Living life to its fullest.Â
fucking love this/you.
thank you for this.