Sometimes the inevitability of life and death frightens me. Ultimately you have no choice as to whether you are born, or whether you die. It’s this illusion of choice that keeps us going every day.
"all women belong in the kitchen," the self-centered asshole says
the ground moves and the walls shake as all women around the world barricade themselves inside of their kitchens. they cook and eat and drink while the men outside of the barricades suffer from hunger and insanity. the males perish from famine and the women emerge united, choosing beyoncé as their supreme and unquestioned leader