I want to be niner when I grow up, sometimes.
I revel in the empty... it means it's something I can fill. And I can fill it with whatever I want to. Sometimes it's a book that fits best, sometimes it's sex, sometimes it's music, and sometimes I don't want to fill it so that I can appreciate it when it's full. The emptiness that occurs is there for a reason... why would I want to fill it every time? It's part of me... or maybe a lack of something. But it's still me.
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Here's how life works: you either get to ask for an apology or you get to shoot people. Not both. House
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Originally Posted by Plan9
Just realize that you're armed with smart but heavily outnumbered.
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The question isn’t who is going to let me; it’s who is going to stop me. Ayn Rand
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