Everything makes me sick. As anyone has noticed, or not. No matter the subject, be it good, be it bad. It's buried in lies. Deception, fraud, obsession, infatuation... I think we, as humans, adapt to these lies with our naive minds knowing we will get hurt in the end, but to feel complete bliss for just a moment, is all we need. The agony and misery it costs, is only worth it to us because we lie to ourselves.
--spoken from a broken heart
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"Man doth not yield
himself onto the angels
nor onto death utterly,
save only through the
weakness of his feeble will."
- Joseph Glanvill
himself onto the angels
nor onto death utterly,
save only through the
weakness of his feeble will."
- Joseph Glanvill