It’s only after we’ve lost everything that we’re free to do anything.
— Chuck Palahniuk (via ihateradealexander) (via illtryanythingonce)
happy mutants
Some times in our lives we fantasize about who we want to be, and what kind of people we want. We picture an attitude, style, tastes, a whole set of physical attributes, a model. An unattainable model. It may be a model of perfection, a model of rebellion, a model of intellectuality, anything you value most. It’s a stereotype: something nobody fits in the real world. And so we get disappointed as we discover it, or when people change. We don’t want to be surprised. Maybe we try to change the person, but it’s useless and selfish. Maybe we learn to embrace chaos, diversity, surprises — loving to learn something new about a person everyday. And so our model evaporates: we fall in love with someone that does not bore you, you fall in love with the complexity. It is wonderful when it happens while you are still young, and it’s quite an illumination.
Today I think I’m more interested in people and the stuff they do than in a exact type of person, a label.
inanimate object succeed
Enough with the FAIL.
dum dum jacatunga lá piscatum cararibe jacatunga tinga
auê cerebere piscatum cararibe jacatunga tinga
