Most people are not looking for provable truths. As you said, truth is often accompanied by intense pain, and almost no one is looking for painful truths. What people need is beautiful, comforting stories that make them feel as if their lives have some meaning.

Once upon a time, each of us was somebody’s kid.
Everyone had a father, even if he never provided anything more than his seed. Everyone had a mother, even if she had to leave us on a stranger’s doorstep.
No matter how we’re eventually raised, all of our stories begin the exact same way. They all end the same, too.

When Beyonce sings about positive body image but then photoshops a thigh gap into her own Instagram pics

whatshouldwecallme:

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cloven:

At this point you should probably not be surprised by the things I do, let’s be real here.

Wonder Bar, 1934