“What are you talking about? America is not going to be destroyed.”

“Never? Rome was destroyed, Greece was destroyed, Persia was destroyed, Spain was destroyed.
All great countries are destroyed. Why not yours? How much longer do you really think your own country will last? …Forever?”

“You’re a shameful opportunist! What you don’t understand is that it’s better to die on your feet than to live on your knees.

“You had it backwards. It’s better to live on your feet than to die on your knees.”

Make It Stop.

I dislike most other girls, so I must be a bitch.
I have mostly male friends, so I must be a slut.
I don’t sleep with them, so I must be a prude.
I have an alternative fashion sense, so I must be a freak in bed.
I am not open about my sex life, so it must be bad.
I choose not to watch television, listen to the radio, or read the news, so I must be ignorant.
I disagree with certain things, so I must be closed-minded.
I have a serious sleep disorder, so that means I must be exaggerating, or on drugs.
I like to stay home by myself sometimes, so I must be a loser with no life.
I am very low maintenance, so I must be a hick or a slob.
I often notice my parents’ superfluous behavior, so I must blindly act the same way.
I am Caucasian, so I must think I’m better than everyone else.
I am of German descent, so I must be a Nazi.
I am of Irish descent, so I must be a drunk.
I am of Italian descent, so I must be a Guido.
I am short, so I must detest my height.
I am aware of my intellect, so I must be showy, condescending, and arrogant about it.
I grew up in New York, so I must be rude and have a ridiculous accent.
I am a vegetarian, so I must shove it down everyone else’s throats.
I don’t really care to make many friends, so I must think no one is worthy of my time.
I have strong morals I stand by with friendships and relationships in general, so I must be a snob or uptight.
I don’t really find rape jokes all that funny, so I must be too sensitive and have no sense of humor.
I am a girl, so I must be overly emotional and irrational.
I get angry or annoyed sometimes, so I must be PMS-ing.
I am not afraid to tell someone the truth, so I must be a bitch.
I dislike children, so I must be a horrible being.
I am pro-choice, so I must be a cruel, Satanic abomination.
I think abstinence is stupid, so I must be blasphemous.
I am an Anarchist, so I must only want destruction and chaos.
I have a boyfriend, so this must mean we’re always fucking.
I love him and vice versa, so we must be clingy, mushy, and PDA all the time.
I have Heterochromia, so I must be a product of incest or a genetic mutation.
I have blonde hair, so I must be stupid.
I have long nails, so I must be a coke-head.
I have pale skin, so I must be albino or goth.
I have bangs, so I must be trying to hide my face.
I am happy with the way I look, so I must be vain.
I don’t act very girly, so I must be a lesbian or have poor hygiene.
I have watched anime/read manga, so I must be a yaoi lover, or an obnoxious fan girl.
I am a young adult, so I must be selfish, ignorant, and stubborn.
I like wearing makeup, so I must be insecure and hate my face.
I have facial piercings, so I must be trendy.
I have a tattoo, so I must be a bad person.
I have mixed opinions on religion, so I must be “saved” or need to find god.
I support gay, lesbian, bisexuality, pan-sexuality, asexuality, trans-gender, ect rights, so I must be in the closet.
I have friends who drink and party, so that means I do it too.
I want to leave home, so I must be spoiled and hate my family.
I used to do a lot of drugs, so I must still secretly do them.
I used to have an eating disorder, so that means I am still a closet sufferer.
I have a Mathematical disability called Dyscalculia, I must be stupid and/or making it up.
I get depressed sometimes, so I must be emo.
I am creative with my art, so I must be on a lot of drugs to get those thoughts.
I am animate about things, so I must be over reacting.

I exist.
Stereotypes are shit.

I missed these guys.

Oh, in Hell I’ll burn in flames
And if looks could kill then Death would be my name.

There’s no reason to ignore your intuition,
And there’s no reason to constantly sacrifice your own happiness to be a people pleaser.
90% of the time, they don’t even appreciate it.
Do whatever the fuck you want and feels right.
No shame, no regrets.
Fuck it, and fuck whoever tells you you’re wrong or selfish.
Sometimes you need to be selfish.

I have an undying, unhealthy, love for this movie, especially because she portrays Lisa perfectly.

Happy Birthday, Kurt.

On the morning of Thursday, February 14, 1929, St. Valentine’s Day, five members of the North Side Gang, plus gang collaborators Reinhardt H. Schwimmer and John May, were lined up against the rear inside wall of the garage at 2122 North Clark Street, in the Lincoln Park neighborhood of Chicago’s North Side, and executed. The murders were committed by gangsters allegedly hired from outside the city by the Al Capone mob so they would not be recognized by their victims.

Two of the shooters were dressed as uniformed police officers, while the others wore suits, ties, overcoats and hats, according to witnesses who saw the “police” leading the other men at gunpoint out of the garage after the shooting. John May’s German Shepherd, Highball, who was leashed to a truck, began howling and barking, attracting the attention of two women who operated boarding houses across the street. One of them, Mrs. Landesman, sensed that something was dreadfully wrong and sent one of her roomers to the garage to see what was upsetting the dog. The man ran out, sickened at the sight. Frank Gusenberg was still alive after the killers left the scene and was rushed to the hospital shortly after police arrived at the scene. When the doctors had Gusenberg stabilized, police tried to question him but when asked who shot him, he replied “Nobody shot me”, despite having sustained fourteen bullet wounds. It is believed that the St. Valentine’s Day Massacre resulted from a plan devised by members of the Capone gang to eliminate George ‘Bugs’ Moran due to the rivalry between the two gangs.