Humans have a big cluster of dead keratin tendrils growing from our heads and we arrange them in different configurations and worry about whether other people find our keratin tendril arrangements aesthetically pleasing.
“It took a special kind of guts to be a fuck up as a woman, I thought. To say to hell with being the nice girl, the responsible one, the one who makes sure the man takes care of himself and eats properly and doesn’t take too many drugs. To be just as nihilistic and self-destructive as a man, knowing all along that you’ll get crucified for it, because somehow, the world will make everything your fault. He’ll be a martyr, and you’ll be a succubus. He’ll be a genius and you’ll be a groupie, He’ll be a hero, and you’ll be an ugly fat crack whore who deserves to die.”—Courtney Love (via fuckedonxanax)
For a while I thought that working & going to school would make me feel like a better mom. But I just feel like it makes me a worse mom. I want to spend every waking moment with my wee Wookiee. I realize, however, that Henry will thank me later (& I will be thanking myself) so I’m just going to suck it up & add writing a novel on top of everything. Go big or go home, right?