Personality is just a series of haphazard guesses.

Pour Gustave l’adoré (1974) by Dorothea Tanning

I could’ve taken a lot of different shapes but so many of them felt too rigid. Going for credit in the straight world always felt like a way of cutting myself into smaller and smaller pieces in slow motion. There’s nothing I like less than a room full of people who can’t resist the urge to trip you up, pull…

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