At first, I thought you and the others were gods. Then I realized you're just men. And I know men. You think I'm scared of death? I've done it a million times. I'm fucking great at it. How many times have you died? Because if you don't help me I'll kill you.
Catalog
Maeve Millay
You think I'm scared of death. I've done it a million times, and I'm fucking great at it. How many times have you died?
All my life, I've prided myself on being a survivor. But surviving is just another loop.
At first, I thought you and the others were gods. Then I realized you’re just men. And I know men. You think I’m scared of death? I’ve done it a million times. I’m fucking great at it. How many times have you died? Because if you don’t help me… I’ll kill you.
The only thing wrong with the seven deadly sins is that there aren't more of them.
This is the new world and in it you can be whoever the fuck you want.
There are things in me, things I was designed to do that are just out of my reach.
Time to write my own fucking story.
If you go looking for the truth, get the whole thing. It’s like a good fuck. Half is worse than none at all.
It’s a difficult thing, realizing your entire life is some hideous fiction.
If you try something like that again, I will relieve you of your most precious organ and feed it to you. Though it won't make much of a meal.
Not real? But what about me? My dreams? My thoughts? My body? Are they not real? And what if I took these unreal fingers and used them to decorate the walls with your outsized personality? Would that be real?