We’re adults, but, like…adult cats. Someone should probably take care of us, but we can sort of make it on our own.
- my roommate, on the question “are we adults” (via disjunct)
Do not try to be pretty. You weren’t meant to be pretty; you were meant to burn down the earth and graffiti the sky. Don’t let anyone ever simplify you to just “pretty.”
Politeness has become so rare that people mistake it for flirtation.