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That’s what they said. The sound of her laugh diminished. Germa twisted her bind arms, the pain, which seems not to bother her, unbearable cracks lingered, but her face, the expression was passive. She was breaking her fingers to loosen the rope tied, yet it never contorted—her eyes, empty sockets until her lips protruded into a satisfactory smile. It was crazy, perhaps what people usually said was true. When one tend to find themselves already having nothing to lose, when they are fuck up by life to the core, they became insane. Insanity bearing what they can do that they haven’t done before.

When he nodded, I continued, “I don’t want to see you get hurt as much as you don’t want to see me get hurt. So you should stop this whole talk of trying to send me away. I’m not going anywhere.” He looked at me quietly for a long while with a strange look in his eyes, like he couldn’t believe what I was saying. “You know, there are many who would argue that you’re actually insane. Instead of running away from trouble, you want to run straight towards it.” I pressed down the edges of a smile that had been curving my lips, “a good thing you have enough sanity for both of us then.”

I look down at my cappuccino, unable to take a drink. He grins with another low rumbling chuckle. “You’re a psychology student, right?” He asks and I nod as a reply. The guy seems to know everything about me. “Well isn’t it true if you were in effect suffering from some kind of schizophrenic break from reality then shouldn’t this all be something normal for you? A schizophrenic can’t distinguish hallucinations from reality but you seem able to recognize the abnormality of what's happening to you. So essentially that you think you’re insane proves that you are indeed not insane.”

You aren't bad until you have your own motto- mines "wake up, breathe in, cause mayhem." You aren't bad until you are badass enough to get someone else's car resprayed. - pink did look good on the Mustang I have to admit. You aren't bad until you can take a late stroll after dark. - two in the morning is the best time. You aren't bad until you have the courage to insult even the scariest people three times your size and weight. - did that once, sorry there won't be a next time. You aren't bad until you're willing to risk everything for a taste of victory. -it's like having cake and eating it.

“Just tell her to accept him.” “Will you go away already?” I groaned. “You’re a parasite, aren’t you. Some worm from uncooked meat that burrowed into my brain, driving me to insanity.” “Please. You haven’t enough brains to nourish a gnat, let alone my magnificent self. Your insanity is not my doing either.” I groaned, wondering if I were to stick a hot poker through my ear if he would shut up. Maybe I am going insane. That is the only way to explain this voice named Rome in my head. Next I’m going to conjure up an imaginary friend named Paris or some shit.

It was a passage that resonated deeply with her, and she couldn't help but wonder who had marked it so deliberately. The words etched on the page echoed in her mind as she read them aloud: "There is something at the bottom of every new human thought, every thought of genius, or even every earnest thought that springs up in any brain, which can never be communicated to others, even if one were to write volumes about it and were explaining one's idea for thirty-five years; there's something left which cannot be induced to emerge from your brain, and remains with you forever; and with it you will die, without communicating to anyone perhaps the most important of your ideas."

he said. “I gave you your space—” “You didn’t. You called me all the time. You stalked me. You had people following and watching over me.” He shrugged those huge shoulders of his. “Again, I believe we’re saying the same things.” “You’re insane.” “Insane? I’m not insane.” He smiled. “Insanity is the state of being seriously mentally ill. I’m in love.

My Not Sister Hiro I’m crazy. I know I’m crazy. Everyone knows I’m Crazy Zen—and not in the chill, meditative, herb-sipping way. Insightful as my brain forces me to be—in the most disturbing, inappropriate, and irrelevant ways—social awareness and cultural norms didn’t exactly get installed during the reboot. I’m fine with it. I really am. At least I really was before this.

Sounds interesting, right? Now the high wall between them has collapsed. No more animosity. There is no more grudges let alone hatred. Now, everything has been replaced with happiness that one by one comes to their lives. quotes : "Your time is limited, so don’t waste it living someone else’s life. Don’t be trapped by dogma, which is living with the results of other people’s thinking. Don’t let the noise of others’ opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition." - Steve Jobs

Obsession for her… LOVE for her… “YES, I AM INSANE. THE ONLY SANITY I HAVE IS MY WIFE AND KIDS, AND NOW THEY ARE FUCKING GOING AWAY FROM ME. ME A MONSTER LIKE ME DON'T DESERVE HAPPINESS”… With that, he went inside the car and banged the door, hardly enough to scare his friends. He started his car and roared it on the lonely, deserted roads. His was not someone who will be weak and cry. But his wife behavior is making him weak. He is losing his damn patience with her. He won't be able to live without his kids, mostly his princess.