my personality is so manufactured. i own none of it. my handwriting comes from the girl i sat next to in fourth grade, my sense of humor comes from my best friend in third grade, the way i sit comes from the lead character in a movie i once watched, the way i type comes from one of my classmates in sixth grade…. am i not allowed to have something to myself? am i not allowed to be someone?
lord alfred tennyson / invisible monsters - chuck palahniuk / the egg - andy weir / i am everyone else - declan mckenna / midnight’s children - salman rushdie
