Strong enough to Resist?
Or
Weak enough to Fold?


Does it even make a difference?

...You can tell if someone is scum or not by checking to see if he's being represented by Ram Jethmalani or not.

Also, when they ask you for your caste, and you don't care what it is, please write 'Indian'.

Also

hedonistic nihlists.

Ironic huh?

Cracks me up every single time.

The lick of rain against my skin, explosions of light and sound that sent shivers down the spine, the sweet smell of nature gone wild, a wind that blows through my very soul.

This storm is what I live for.

"Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love."

Icy winter-night rain in the middle of the desert.

I notice that it is always coldest just before dawn,

...It stings.
I wince.