marginson:

Look at that poor body! What it suffered and craved, the poor soul interpreted
to itself – it interpreted it as murderous desire, and eagerness
for the happiness of the knife.

Friedrich Nietzsche – Thus Spoke Zarathustra (part 1,6) The Pale Criminal

therainbwconnection:

Not that long ago, I was lost. Without friends. Without identity. I thought there was no life for me that I understood and I felt as though that meant there was no life at all. But I was wrong. Especially in this place. There is always a life, there is always a future, as long as one is willing to build it for themselves.