I stood beneath your limbs
And you flowered and finally
clung to me,
and when the wind struck with the earth
and sand—you clung to me.
Thinner than a cobweb I,
sheerer than any—
but it did attach itself
and held fast in strong winds
life—of which at singular times
I am both of your directions—
Somehow I remain hanging downward the most,
As both of your directions pull me.
“People are so fucking dumb. Nobody reads anymore, nobody goes out and looks and explores the society and culture that they were brought up in. People have attention spans of 5 seconds and as much depth as a glass of water”—David Bowie (via power-thirsty)
And that was that, or so it seemed. Is this the end or the beginning? All I know is, she was right; I am an idiot. It's even on my birth certificate in so many words. This is my rage, this is my love, this is my town, this is my city. This is my life.
“From being raised Catholic, from being told we weren’t good enough, from being pushed into lockers, rising above everything and trying to make a difference in the world, that’s revenge. Real revenge isn’t driving around in a Lamborghini and saying ‘Fuck you’. Real revenge is making something of yourself. That is the fuck you.”—Gerard Way