I’m a fool, to confuse this with goodness. I am not good. I know too much to be good. I know myself. I know myself to be vengeful, greedy, secretive and sly.
You are the most dangerous kind of female the world can ever know. You carry the seeds for your own destruction and the destruction of everyone who loves you. And a great many will love you for your beautiful face, for your seductive body; but you will fail them all because you will believe they all fail you first. You are an idealist of the worst kind — the romantic idealist. Born to destroy and self destruct.
Never again will you be capable of ordinary human feeling. Everything will be dead inside you. Never again will you be capable of love, or friendship, or joy of living, or laughter, or curiosity, or courage, or integrity. You will be hollow. We shall squeeze you empty and then we shall fill you with ourselves.
I used to feel so alone in the city. All those gazillions of people and then me, on the outside. Because how do you meet a new person? I was very stumped by this for many years. And then I realized, you just say, hi. They may ignore you. Or you may marry them. And that possibility is worth that one word.
He who has a why to live for can bear almost any how.
Consumerism should not be encouraged through trends and “it items”. Instead save up for pieces you know you will love, and reuse them season after season, as an investment! I want my wardrobe to be a collection of wonderful craft. I’m not interested in identifying my style identity with piles of polyester and bad sewing. I would rather save my money for life experiences or something else I truly love. It’s not about being stingy, it’s about respect and to cherish the choices we make.
One of my goals is to tear people away from the internet, because I think it is bad thing. It is very individual and very focused on image. A lot of social networking sites are promoting vanity and destroying privacy and mystery. We like to promote interaction - face to face.
Advice is nice but it seems we always know best before we ask…
Buddy Willard was a hypocrite.
Of course I didn’t know he was a hypocrite at first. I thought he was the most wonderful boy I’d ever seen. I’d adored him from a distance for five years before he even looked at me, and then there was a beautiful time when I still adored him and he started looking at me, and then just as he was looking at me more and more I discovered quite by accident what an awful hypocrite he was, and now he wanted me to marry him and I hated his guts.
Never compare your inside with somebody else’s outside.” - Hugh Macleod
