We can spend our lives letting the world tell us who we are. Sane or insane. Saints or sex addicts. Heroes or victims. Letting history tell us how good or bad we are. Letting our past decide our future. Or we can decide for ourselves. And maybe it’s our job to invent something better.
Chuck Palahnuik
Chuck Palahnuik
To you, it was just picking flowers. To them, it was a massacre.
I wrote this for you: The Ghost farm (via not-vanquished)
I wrote this for you: The Ghost farm (via not-vanquished)
Sometimes we can choose the paths we follow. Sometimes our choices are made for us. And sometimes we have no choice at all.
Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol. 4: Season of Mists (via thresca)
Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol. 4: Season of Mists (via thresca)
