Status Updates From We

men love to write fucked up dystopias where the male main character comes to his senses/goes insane because of a beautiful one dimensional manic pixie dream girl

“Why? Well, why don’t you have wings or feathers but still have your shoulder blades, which are the foundation for wings? Because you don’t need wings—we have our aeros, wings would just get in our way. Wings are for flying, and we have nowhere to fly: we’ve landed, we found what we needed. Isn’t that right?”

‘Knowledge that is completely certain of its own infallibility is faith.’