I was asked why I lived, and this was my response:

I live so I can love. So I can bring life into this world. So I can die. So I can leave this world knowing I am still here. I live so I can make the world something I hate. So I can be happy when I am gone. So I can be sad when I leave because of the lost people in the world. The people who need to find a way. I live for the people who are lost. I live because of the people who are no longer living. I live for the dead. I live for the chance of life. I live for the chance of death. I live because I abuse. Because I lie. Because I steal. Because I am an evil person. I live because I am honest. Because I laugh. Because I am a good person. I live because I choose to. I live because there is a person who is alive. I live because there is a chance this fucked up humanity can still be fixed. I live because I want to see it fail. I live, Jenny, because of the people who don’t want to. The people who are throwing away their lives. To show it to them. To be proud of the fucked up and twisted and dark piece of shit I’ve been working with for years. I do it so I can gloat. So I can be embarrassed that I clung to it. So I can hide it and no one can see it. I live because it’s something that makes me angry. I live because it makes me happy. I live because I do.

The King’s Speech

kenzington:

The heat of the summer sun caressing our skin
Sharing our souls and intertwining our thoughts
Taking sips from the fountain of youth
Your fingertip capturing our moments of freedom
You held my hand as we discovered the beauty
Of the sun-splattered asylum

I’ll remember that we loved like lovers…

My sister, Blue Delliquanti’s, 24-page comic adaptation of “Metamorphosis,” adapted from a short story by neuroscientist David Eagleman as it was read by actor Jeffrey Tambor for Radiolab’s podcast “After Life.”

Misfits.

What is life? I do not know,

But scientists do say

That there are things that let me thrive

And live another day.

These things are so much smaller

Than any man can see.

These things that all compose us,

And that set us all free.

A balance in our body,

A harmonic binding force,

That keeps us all together

As we run our course.

People call it one thing,

Whether “fate” or that alike

But scientists have another name

And “homeostasis” sounds alright.

Our lives are defined further

By the arrangement of our cells.

And each chromosome within them

Have their stories they must tell.

And speaking of stories, heredity

Is occasionally brought up,

With the wonders you can find

From your urine in a cup.

And energy, that mighty force,

That courses through the earth,

Our metabolism dictates

Our liveliness and girth.

And then there is the detail

That tends to come around;

Our offspring and the need of ours

To keep them safe and sound.

The reproduction of our kind

Is a joining of two souls.

That binds together lovers

Until the bell tolls.

Until the day that their time comes

And they leave this mortal plane

Their child is left with nothing

But a sharp and bitter pain.

But this is life! This is it!

This love and pain as one

This sense of care and sorrow

Seen clearly as the sun.

So what is life, I ask again

Hoping that someone will know.

But no scientist can tell me

Where it is my conscience goes.

axiscat:

I don’t know where this is from but I like it.

Loooooooooooooooooooooooove!

This happens to me more often than not.